My love's Blueprint

Prologue

Someone's point of view

As I watched my surroundings, my eyes wandered from the rain-soaked streets to the cars lined up beside me. The rain had turned everything into a blur of colors and shapes, making it hard to focus on any one thing. I absentmindedly traced patterns on the fogged-up window with my finger, trying to distract myself from the slow-moving traffic.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a familiar car pulling up beside mine. My heart skipped a beat as I realized who it belonged to—Ms. Alvarez. *Of all the cars in this traffic jam, hers had to be right next to mine.* But something was wrong. Who was behind the wheel? She wasn’t in the driver’s seat.

Instead, a man I recognized was in the driver’s seat—the same guy with the flowers I’d seen earlier. He looked focused, his hands steady on the wheel, but it was the sight of Ms. Alvarez sitting in the passenger seat that really caught my attention. She was turned slightly towards him, her face lit up with a smile, clearly enjoying whatever he was saying. *She’s smiling,* I thought, feeling a strange twist in my stomach. *And the reason is him.*

They seemed so comfortable together, like this wasn’t the first time they’d shared a moment like this. I watched as she laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, the kind of smile that was rare to see in the classroom. It was a side of her I’d never seen before—relaxed, carefree, happy.

I felt an uncomfortable knot form in my chest as I took it all in. There was something almost intimate about the scene, the way they looked at each other, the way she leaned slightly towards him, completely at ease. *Why do I care?* I thought, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

The rain continued to pour down, the world outside my car turning into a blur, but inside, everything felt sharp and clear. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling—was it jealousy? Confusion? Maybe a mix of both. All I knew was that seeing them together like this, so natural and connected, stirred something in me that I wasn’t ready to confront.

Before I could even process my emotions, the traffic started to inch forward again. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, forcing myself to focus on the road, but the image of them together lingered in my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder what their story was, what connection they shared that made her smile like that. Then I saw a glimpse of the completely separated world she has to mine.

As I drove away, my thoughts were tangled in a web of feelings I couldn’t quite unravel. I had a sinking suspicion that whatever this was, it wasn’t something I could easily shake off.

Bat ang sakit!! Putcha naman.