Dream Boy

Final Chapter : Beginnings

"Honey! Hurry and come down! It's almost seven thirty!" I called David, holding the stair railing in one hand and our cute little baby (who looks so much like David, by the way) in the other.

"I'm on my way down!" He called back.

I went to the kitchen and put baby Emily in her play pen. I couldn't say we were the richest family in the block, but we got to fend for ourselves. David and I bought this house two years ago, months before we had our church wedding. David's an executive in their company now and I'm still a photographer. Only now, I decided to go to work half day so I could still take care of our Emily. Life's a bliss and I wouldn't want to exchange it for anything.

"Alright, I'm all set. How do I look?" David said, as he went down the stairs. He looked very handsome, of course. He wore a navy blue long sleeve shirt under a black tux, hair swept to the side.

I don't know why but my heart still beats fast whenever I see him. And I've been with him for three years.

 "Of course, you look good. You're the handsomest man in the world. If you weren't, I wouldn't have married you."

 Chuckling, "Then, what do you think is better for the handsomest man in the world? Black tie or white tie?" He said, raising up both ties.

 "Black tie." I said, grabbing the black tie from his grasp and tying it for him.

 "Bye, Emily. You'll see daddy later, okay? Okay, baby?" He said as he went to her play pen and kiss her chubby little cheeks. "Bye, Hon. I'll be back by six thirty, okay? I love you." He said, kissing me on the lips.

 "I love you too."

 Then, I woke up, crying. This time, it wasn't because I was sad or I really wanted to forget the dream. It was because I didn't want it to end.

 This was something that I wanted for myself, for David and I. Now he's just gone. We never got to buy our own house. I never got to tie his necktie every morning. And I didn't give him my first kiss in our wedding. Everything we hoped for, everything we dream of was gone.

 "Ate? Ate, what happened?" Camille worriedly asked as she climbed up on my bed.

 "It's David, Camille. You still can't remember him?" That's what happened to everyone when David died. All their memories of him just disappeared. It was like as if their memories were erased the same way their memories appeared when David popped in in reality. Sadly, mine wasn't erased as much as I want it to be.

 "Who is he, Ate? You have never had a boyfriend after Kyle. You know that. Everyone knows that."

 "I know."

 "So what's this fuss about David then?"

 "Well, to me, he's real." I said, still sobbing.

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They brought me to psychiatrist. She made me lie down on that cozy sofa and asked me to tell her all the things about David, the things we did, the things we talked about. I felt like David was being striped away from me; but then again, that was their goal. And I hated it.

I had to do therapy for six months. I knew the reality of things. The psychiatrist screwed that in my head but a part of me wanted to believe that he was real in my life. That at least, he was a part of it.

"You may now kiss the bride." The pastor told the groom.

I quickly went to the aisle to capture the beautiful moment. Aren't weddings just nice and romantic?

I must say, it's during these gatherings that I miss him the most.

Anyways, the happy couple are going down the aisle of the church, getting praised and congratulated by everyone they passed by. Happy moments like these are the ones that are worth getting captured, things that are worth preserving.

Oh, by the way, this was the same couple I did pre-nup pictures with before. They didn't remember David either, much to my disappointment.

The reception was, in a way, fun too even if I didn't know anyone there. I just took pictures of all the happy people. I got to eat a lot too so that's another good part. Really good buffet.

A couple of hours later, the reception was done and the everyone left, except for a couple of people. Relatives of the bride and groom carpooling with each other.

I packed my equipment and got ready to leave when the bride approached me and gave me a small bag of chocolates. "It's our give-away," she said. "Thank you so much for all the help."

"How nice of you. It was nice doing your wedding." I said, receiving the bag from her.

"Thank you. Umm, when do you think can we get our pictures?"

"Well, I was thinking next week? I try to edit them and make them look better. I'll put it all in a CD. Do you think that would be fine for you?"

"Yes. Of course!" She said, her husband joining her.

"Well, congratulations to the both of you. It's a pleasure doing your wedding. But... I got to go."

"Thank you so much!" The groom now said. They both gave me warm hugs before I left and proceeded to the lobby.

Then, I heard a familiar beep in my pocket.

Are you on your way home? Don't take EDSA. It's traffic. Mom texted. At least she knows how to text now. Before, she used to waste so much load calling me.

Alright, mom. I texted back.

Then, I bumped into something. Hard. I almost lost balance and I wasn't even wearing heels. Thank God I decided to wear flats today!

"Are you okay?" I heard the guy ask me. Yup, that's what you get when you don't look at where you're going!

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just got a little off balanced." That's when I met him eye to eye. It's him. It's really him. The big brown eyes. The way he dresses. The way he styles his hair. David.

I was just speechless. All the emotions. Everything swirling around in my brain, all the memories flashing back. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking. Was it really him?

"I'm Dex, cousin of the groom." No, it's not.

"It's Andrea, the photographer."

"Judging from all the equipment you're carrying and you going around taking pictures of the whole shindig."

"Hahahaha. Yeah."

"You think we've met before? You seem oddly familiar."

"No, no, I don't think so."

A new beginning. A new chapter. A second chance.

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