Tune of Rapture (Echoes #2)

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Experience

The corner of my lips lifted. I don't know why, but I found it funny. I sat up on the sofa and looked at Sergo. His eyes were glazed, I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or for some other reason.

His strong arm was still around my waist. The music was loud, and so was the pounding of my heart. It seemed to be syncing with every beat of the song.

It conveys to me that the beating of my heart is like the tune of a song. Sometimes rising and falling. Rising because of the overwhelming rapture I feel, falling because no matter how high the walls between us, I will still fall for him.

But all of this I know is just for now and won't last. It's just for now, letting fate give me false hope, maybe just to see if I've learned. Because like before, those words are just lies.

How long will I allow myself to be deceived? And how long will I accept those words... how long will I remain blind because of a love that should be real?

Because as much as I was hurt before, I'll feel the same way again now. Nothing has even happened yet, but my heart is already bleeding. I don't know how I can believe in him again.

Even if I want to accept the words coming out of his mouth, I can't. Perhaps I know that there's still something missing. I'm not satisfied yet. My parents are gone from me. And it's hard to rise up alone.

Tears welled up in my eyes as Sergo met my gaze. I know he sees the threatening tears in my eyes. Why is it like this? My tears become shallow when it's about us.

I held back the pain and heaviness in my chest. I looked away and glanced up. I swallowed as Sergo approached me even closer. No... I won't cry this year. I won't cry because of him.

I looked at the dance floor. I'll just dance to avoid talking further. I might end up crying if I keep speaking. There's a lump in my throat now, and the only way to escape from him is the dance floor.

"I'll dance," I said because I couldn't stand up due to his arm around me.

He leaned back on the sofa, with a wide gap between his legs, while his gaze was fixed on me. He didn't remove his arm from my waist. He met my eyes before his lips twitched.

"You're drunk. Baka ano pa ang mangyari sa 'yo roon." pigil niya.

Umismid ako. "Hindi ako lasing. Ang unti lang ng alak na nainom ko. Baka ikaw ang lasing?"

Hindi siya nag salita. His gaze remained on me. The light from the dance floor illuminated his hazel brown eyes. Even in the dimness, I could see that he hardly looked at anyone else, his focus solely on me. It seemed like he was memorizing every part of my face.

I smirked and cleared my throat. He furrowed his brow. I took the glass of alcohol and poured another drink. I was about to take a sip when he took it from me and placed it back on the table.

Matalim ko siyang tiningnan.

"I want to drink. Don't stop me—" He cut me off.

"We'll be going home soon too, let's just wait for Rad," he said.

I rolled my eyes. I furrowed my brow briefly before leaning back on the sofa. Sergo and I were now at a distance, so we could talk calmly. Huwag lang siya lalapit ulit dahil susuntukin ko na siya.

"May tanong ako. You better tell the truth. I don't want lies, you know that," I said firmly.

He swallowed and cracked his neck. He unbuttoned his black polo shirt without taking his eyes off me. He bit his lip while pretending to sit beside me.