Depression Plutus (Curse #4)

CHAPTER 72 Reunited

OTTILIE VIRSES POV

It took me 12 hours to get home. I didn't even think about the jet lag-I went straight to my room and started rummaging through my things. I nearly turned the whole place upside down, desperate to find any clue about my life three years ago. But it was a hopeless effort. My brother had thrown away most of my old belongings just to erase the painful memories my brother and I shared.

As I kept searching, my head felt dizzier and heavier. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst. No, I can't give up now. I can still do this for Mr. Moon and the memories I lost with him.

I shook my head roughly, trying to clear my mind, then made my way to the attic. I searched every corner, digging through old boxes and pulling things apart, hoping to find something, anything, he left behind.

But there was nothing.

"ARGHHHH!! Come on!" I shouted in frustration, my hands shaking as tears burned in my eyes.

Nahihirapan mang huminga, pinilit kong bumaba at tinungo ang nag-iisang kwarto na hindi nagamit sa bahay na 'to. Bawat hakbang ay parang inuubos ang lakas na natitira sa buong katawan ko. I know what's happening to me, my body, my soul, and our bond. It's all falling apart, piece by piece. Is this why Mr. Moon never tried to make me remember him? Because if I force it, our bond will react and break?

The pain is unbearable. It feels like something inside me is melting, breaking, snapping apart.

"A little more... please... Almighty in heaven and universe... please help me remember him. I'm begging you," I prayed as I struggled to breathe.

When I finally entered the room, I frantically searched every corner but it was all in vain. But just as I was about to give up, a shoebox fell over, spilling out some papers. Nagmamadali kong nilapitan ito at binuklat ang laman. I rushed over and flipped through them with trembling hands. My breath caught in my throat, it was filled with photos of dead people.

And that's when it hit me. Three years ago, my brother told me...I was investigating a murder case.

Kaya si Kuya ang naglinis ng kwarto ko noon ay dahil ayaw niyang makita ko ang lahat ng mga ibidensya na nakalap ko sa kaso. He even took my DSLR camera because he told me that it was filled with pictures of dead bodies.

As I flipped through the photos, my hands trembled, and my vision blurred with tears. Then, I saw him.

Mr. Moon.

In the photo, he was driving seriously, and his face is as breathtaking as ever. My fingers brushed over the image, tracing the sharp lines of his features.

"He's beautiful..." I whispered.

The next photo made me smile despite the pain, he was asleep in the classroom, peaceful, almost angelic. Hindi ko alam na classmate ko pala siya. My heart ached. How could I forget something so important?

But as I kept going, my breath hitched. Every single picture... was of him.

A choked sob escaped me. My chest felt like it was being crushed, which made the pain unbearable. I clutched at my heart, trying to hold myself together, but the realization was ripping me apart.

All this time, I was madly in love with Mr. Moon. These photos were proof that my eyes had only ever been on him.

Then, I saw the last one.

It was us. Inside a car. I was grinning from ear to ear. And he... he was looking at the camera, emotionless. But I saw it. The spark in his ocean-blue eyes. My fingers traced his eyes, my whole body is shaking. That light in them, I haven't seen it once in the entire week I've been at his mansion.