Maybe in another life

chapter 41

41.

ASTRA'S POV

“Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is hear no more; it is a tale told by an id/ot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”

“If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you p0ison us, do we not di3? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” Mahinang pagbasa ko sa isang paper na nakita ko sa puntod ni Dione.

What's this? Why I am feeling so strange? Since the d3ath of them, walang nahanap na lead kung sino ang may pakana ng pagkasun0g ng room.

The scene when they have to burry them is still vivid in my mind. How the sounds of people around me crying filled the sementery. Ako rin ay hindi makapaniwala na nawala sila nang ganon lang. Marami pa silang mararating sa buhay.

“How can I move on when you're still in my heart, Dione?” mahinang bulong ko habang hinahaplos ang kaniyang lapida.

“Siguro kung hindi mo nakilala ang babaeng yun, hindi mangyayari sayo to” mahinang usal ko.

Nag igting ang panga ko sa sariling nasabi. Siguro nga, kung hindi niya nakilala yun, buhay pa sana siya. Sana, masaya kami ngayong dalawa. This is all her fault, right? But still, wala naman na akong dapat ikabahala. She's dead. She has nothing to do with Dione anymore.

Mahina akong natawa sa naisip. Well, she deserves all of it. Sinama niya si Dione sa mga kamalasan niya sa buhay. She deserves hell!

“Hell deserve your roten body” Well, definitely.

I can't believe the he's lying now there. Until now, I still can remember how I was rejected by him. How I confess my love for him for the past years we have been together.

FLASHBACK
The sun was setting over the small town of Willow Creek, casting a warm golden light over the streets lined with quaint shops and charming cafes. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter, as people bustled about, going about their evening routines.

In the midst of it all, two figures could be seen walking down the cobblestone path, their steps synchronized in a comfortable rhythm. One was a tall, handsome man with dark hair and piercing green eyes, exuding an air of confidence and charm. The other was a petite, beautiful woman with fiery red hair and sparkling blue eyes, her face lit up with a radiant smile.

As we walked, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead of him. I, on the other hand, chattered excitedly, gesturing animatedly with my hands as I spoke.

"You know, I was thinking we could go check out that new art exhibit that just opened up downtown," I said, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I heard it's really amazing, and I know how much you love art."

He glanced at me briefly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That sounds great, but I think I have plans with my girlfriend tonight," he replied, his tone apologetic.

My smile faltered for a moment, siya nanaman? But I  quickly recovered, nodding understandingly. "Oh, of course. No worries, it's totally fine. Maybe we can go another time," I said, trying to sound casual.

As we continued walking, a subtle tension seemed to hang in the air between us. Istole glances at him from the corner of my eye, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that he had a girlfriend, that he was in love with her, but I couldn't help the feelings that had blossomed within me over the years.

We had been childhood friends, growing up together in the same neighborhood. I had always admired him from afar, watching as he excelled in everything he did. I had harbored a crush on him for as long as I could remember, but I had never dared to confess my feelings to him.