Mikha is a sort of a quiet person who hates being the center of the fame. She lives alone and she always have morals and boundaries. Aiah is a seductive type of person who keeps her inner secret.
She is at the center of fame, keeps herself in a man...
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Pagkatapos na namin kumain kong hapunan dito sa pribadong restaurant, kumain kami ng small desserts para lang sa ating kaligayahan.
"Ang sarap ng ice cream nila, namiss ko na talaga to." Saad ni Matilda na masaya na masaya siya masyado. Ang cute niya sumaya, naalala ko pa noong una. I thought to myself.
"So, saan tayo after this? Wag tayo mag late dahil may work pa ako as CEO bukas ng umaga." Saad ni Matilda na parang seryoso ang boses niya, pero di naman masyado dahil kung may meeting pa naman siya bukas, wala akong problema para diyan.
"Okay..." Na stop ako sa isang salita at kumain nalang ng dessert.
Pagkatapos namin na kumain ay lumabas kami at patungo kami sa mountain na gusto namin manood ang lungsod, para makilala namin ang sarili ulit sa isa't isa.
I sat on the mountain ridge, the world stretched out below like a distant dream. The air was cool, tinged with the scent of pine, and the lights of Manila shimmered far off, like stars scattered across the earth.
I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling both the vastness of the view and the intimacy of Matilda's presence beside me.
I glanced at Matilda, her face lit softly by the sunset's fading glow. We had both come so far from our pasts-places filled with pain, memories we both seldom shared with others.
With Matilda, though, it was different. I didn't need to explain the ghosts that sometimes pulled her into quiet places; Matilda understood.
"It's strange," Matilda said, her voice low and thoughtful, "How much has changed since we left our old lives behind. It feels like we're worlds apart from who we used to be."
I felt a pang at that. Matilda's words resonated deeply, reaching those quiet spaces she had tried so hard to bury. "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes, I still feel that old pain, but it's like I'm watching someone else's story. It feels... distant now."
"Does it ever come back to you?" Matilda asked, her voice softer than before, laced with a vulnerability that made me heart ache.
I glanced away, my fingers absently tracing the earth beside her. "Sometimes," I admitted, almost to myself. "But it's quieter than it used to be. I think we've moved past it, both of us. We survived."
We just sat together in silence, my hand hovering close to Matilda's, the warmth of her presence filling me with an inexplicable sense of peace.
I thought of all the times that I had felt alone, swallowed by memories of my suffering past. But here, in this quiet space with Matilda, the pain felt lighter-like something that could finally be laid to rest.
"Maybe that's why we found each other," Malumanay na sabi ni Matilda, inabot ang kamay ko, grounding at malambot ang pagkakahawak niya. "Because we needed someone who understood... and could help us move forward."
