JhoCey Imagines

Where Waves Meet Airwaves (Sports AU) #7

Naka pag-update rin sa wakas. Nagtagal talaha ako sa pag pili ng song 🤧 chz.

(Also, HBD kay Babi! 🦊)

Anyways, loong chapter, medyo 🤏🏻

Happy reading? :)

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Chapter 7 : Beyond the Storm
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Third Person's POV

The rain started as a light drizzle, gently pattering against the windows of Bean & Bliss, but quickly turned into a heavy downpour.

The fairy lights outside blurred in the rain, their golden glow refracted into shimmering, scattered halos. Jhoanna sat motionless, her hands still clutching her now-empty coffee cup, the cold, bitter dregs mirroring the ache in her heart.

Each raindrop felt like a countdown, urging her to leave, to move on, to stop waiting for someone who clearly wasn't coming. She stared at her phone one last time, the screen still painfully blank.

Her lips wavered into a sad, self-deprecating smile as she thought about how hopeful she had been, how foolish she now felt.

With a shaky breath, Jhoanna gathered her things, slipping her phone into her pocket. As she stood, she looked around the café one more time, her eyes scanning the warm, welcoming interior she had once loved but now felt a pang of bitterness for.

She felt pathetic-pathetic for waiting so long, for still hoping Stacey would walk through the door.

Outside, the rain fell in heavy sheets, but Jhoanna didn't care. She stepped out, letting the water soak through her hair and clothes, the cold drops mixing with the tears she could no longer hold back. She walked aimlessly, not even bothering to shield herself, her steps echoing the dull ache in her chest.

She walked with no direction, her steps echoing the dull ache in her chest, her heart heavy with a pain that felt almost surreal.

"Ang tanga ko," she whispered, her voice barely audible, swallowed by the storm around her. Her vision blurred, her world fading into muted shades of gray, the colors leached by the weight of her disappointment. "Paano ko ba naisip na..."

Her voice broke, choked by a sadness that felt too large for words. She had waited so long, clinging to the hope that Stacey would walk through that door, that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

"Napaka OA mo talaga, Jhoanna."

And now, here she was, drenched and shivering, feeling like the biggest fool, for believing, for letting herself hope.

Each step felt heavier, the rain pounding against her, relentless, as if the world itself was trying to drown out her sorrow. And yet, beneath it all, there was an emptiness, a hollow space where hope had once been, now replaced by a sadness she wasn't sure she'd ever shake.

Meanwhile, as the rain continued to pound down, relentless and unyielding, soaking through everything it touched. It hammered against the pavement, the buildings, and the umbrellas of those huddling beneath them.

All of those was ignored by the figure sprinting down the sidewalk, her feet splashing through puddles with a desperation that overpowered the storm.

She hadn't bothered with a jacket, hadn't thought to grab her phone-she'd only known she had to get there, had to find her. Nothing else mattered.

The cold rain seeped through her clothes, chilling her to the bone, but the shiver that ran down her spine had little to do with the cold. Her eyes darted to each passerby, scanning faces, looking for that one familiar figure. She couldn't shake the feeling gnawing at her, the sense that if she didn't reach her now, she'd lose something precious, something she didn't even know she was holding onto.