Golden Melody

Chapter 8

Miexha Verra

Her Pov

I was on my way to the garden to meet Ofreigha, Thyron's younger sister.

I saw her in the distance, her scarlet hair a vibrant splash against the lush greenery.
Her friend, a girl with black hair, was beside her. Her friend, a girl with black hair, was beside her. Ofreigha looked pale, her skin flushed with a feverish heat.
She left her Friend and approaches me.

"Hi! Ka-kamusta kuya mo?" I greeted her, my voice barely a whisper.

"Something happened? Hindi talaga ok si kuya," she said, hitting her head with the back of her hand.

My stomach twisted with guilt.
I should have known better than to drag Ofreigha out in this heat.
I was so focused on my own problems, so consumed by my own pain, that I hadn't considered the consequences.

"I don't even know how to explain what happened," I said, my voice cracking.
"Ang gusto ko lang ngayon makipagbreak sakanya."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I started to sob, the sound of my grief echoing in the stillness of the garden.

"You don't want my kuya anymore?" Ofreigha asked, her voice laced with a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

I just nodded, unable to speak.

"Bakit?" she asked, her eyes filled with a concern that touched my heart.

She took my hands, her touch gentle but firm.

I couldn't stop my tears, the sobs wracking my body.
"Hi-hic-di kkko na kaya huhu, pa-pagod na Ako sa ka-kanila," I told her, my voice a broken whisper.

She just rubbed my hands, her touch a silent comfort.
She hugged me, her arms wrapping tightly around me.

She rubbed my back, her touch a soothing balm to my aching heart.

"My older brother is a liar and a cheater," she said, and in low voice, I could only read her lips

"Please Ex, no matter how much he begs and pleads, don't take him back. This is also for both of you."

Her voice was a mere whisper, barely audible above the rustling leaves.

Her eyes, usually bright with mischief, were now clouded with pain.
Her skin, once flushed with a healthy glow, was now ashen, her lips a pale line against the white of her teeth.

As I pulled my hand away from her arm, a wave of dizziness washed over me.
A crimson stain bloomed on her sleeve, spreading like a morbid rose.
The world tilted, and the garden blurred around the edges.

"Blood?" I managed to say, my voice a mere whisper.
I looked at her arm, my heart pounding in my chest.
Was it because of me?
Because I invited her out at this time?

"My gosh Ofri, dahil ba to Sakin? I'm Sorry! Namumutla ka," I said while touching her face.

"You have a high fever! Samahan kita sa clinic." As soon as I said that, she collapsed in front of me, her body limp and lifeless.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and guilt.
Had I put Ofreigha in danger? Was this all my fault?

I didn't know what to do.
All sorts of thoughts were going through my head, a jumbled mess of fear, guilt, and confusion.

I grabbed my ear, the pain a sharp reminder of the trauma I had endured.
The memory of what happened between me and Ate Saya came back to me, a vivid nightmare that I couldn't escape.

I screamed, a primal cry of anguish that tore through the silence.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!"

Someone hugged me, their arms wrapping around me, their touch a comforting presence.
They turned me around, their faces a blur of concern.
It was Riel.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, but his voice was calm, soothing, a balm to my shattered nerves.
He was calming me down, his presence as a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions.

He accompanied me to the ambulance where Ofreigha was lying on a stretcher.
The Mr. Wayne Academy, the guy who had won the title, was holding her hands, his face grim with worry.

He quickly looked back at Ofreigha, his grip tightening slightly on her hand.
Was it just concern, or was there something more to his interest in her?
His expression was unreadable, a mask of worry that hid his true feelings.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the whirring of the ambulance.

Riel placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, his touch and silent reassurance.
"It's not your fault," he said, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

He then turned to the guy, his expression firm but not aggressive.

"She has a boyfriend," Riel said, his voice clear and steady.
"Please give her some space."

The guy nodded, his eyes downcast.
He seemed to shrink back, his initial concern replaced by a wave of awkwardness.

Riel grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed.

"Jay?" he said, his voice was calm and reassuring.
"Your Girlfriend fainted and we're going to the Family Doctor's Hospital. Don't worry, I'm with Miexha. I'll look after her." He hung up, his gaze returning to me.

"We'll get her the best care," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination.
"She'll be okay."

I clung to his arm, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief.
I needed his strength, his presence, his unwavering support.