Summer Romance (JaDine FanFiction)

Summer Romance [ 8 ]

Summer Romance [ 8 ]

Chapter 8

Tristan's

She didn't look back. I didn't turn back either, I watch her as she enter her nipa hut.

I can't believe that she didn't look back.

I want her to look back.

Lumakad ako papalit sa pinto niya, I want to end this-- whatever it is, nicely. Kakatok na sana ako but I decided against it.

Instead, pumasok ako sa sarili kong nipa hut. Umupo ako sa higaan ko, I run my left hand to my hair exhaustedly.

Gab. Gabriela.

There's something about her. Something I don't know just yet but I'm dying to find out.

Did you ever find a story then you read it's synopsis and it left you hanging? Suddenly, you're so into it and you want to finish the story right away. You want to know how it started and how it'll end. You want to know every detail, every word. You want to dissolve in the story itself.

That, that is Gab to me.

I'm glad na hindi niya alam ang past ko. I'm new to her. Maayos pa ako sa paningin niya. Well, except to the fact that there's Claire, my ex girlfriend.

Did I ever love her or was I just drunk in the idea that I have someone in this world who offered me nothing?

I snap back to the present nang nay kumatok sa pinto ko. Tumayo ako at binuksan iyon.

Hindi ako masaya sa nakikita ko.

Chael.

"Anong ginagawa mo dito?" tanong ko kaagad.

"I came here to talk." sabi niya. Isasara ko na sana ang pinto kaso hinarang niya ang kamay niya pinigilan ako. "I came here to talk Tris. Wag mong pagsaraduhan ng pinto lahat ng problema mo."

Anger. Yun agad ang nararamdaman ko. Kumukulo nanaman ang dugo ko. "I don't give a damn about your words. I don't want to waste any time,-"

"Pwede ba?!" sigaw niya, enough to stop me. Tinulak niya ang pinto at pumasok na sa nipa hut ko, shutting it loud after. "Could you please stop acting like a baby and be my brother for just 10 minutes?!"

"FINE!" sigaw ko pabalik. "BROTHER." I spat.

"Aalis na ako in two days. May two days na lang ako dito sa Pilipinas, Tristan."

"Good." I mutter pero hindi niya pinansin.

"I don't want to go without settling all this." dagdag niya pa. "Nagalit ka, fine. Umalis ka sa bahay, fine. Iniwan mo si Mommy, fine. Pero Tristan, malaki ka na! You have to act like a man!"

"You don't know anything about me or my life." sabi ko. "You spent your whole life in America and what? One day...... one day, you just decided to show up and steal EVERYTHING!"

He step forward. Mata sa mata, "Wala akong inagaw sayo Tristan." he swallowed na para bang nahihirapan siya sa sinasabi niya. "I never stole anything from you that you
deserve."

"WHAT ABOUT CLAIRE?! What about her? Didn't I deserve her? Wala ba akong karapatang maging masaya?" sa sobrang irita, I run my hands to my hair once again. "Was it always gonna be you who gets the girl?"

"No Tristan." mahinahon na sabi niya. "The truth is you're just afraid to be alone thats why you want her."

I hate it. I hate it that he's right.

"I saw the way you look at Gab." dagdag pa ni Chael. "Nakita ko kung ano paano mo siya tignan, kung paano mo siya alagaan, kung paano mo pinapakita sa kanya na mahal mo siya." He put a hand on my shoulder and grip it once. "Tristan, you can't fake true love. I know the truth. Stop pretending cause you're not going to get Claire back. She's mine. She's always been mine."

Chael is not a liar. Everything he says is the truth.

He's brave and I'm the antonym of him.

I'm nothing but a coward.

"I'm sorry." he said and left.

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Kumatok ako sa pinto. Walng sumasagot, kaya kumatok ulit ako.

After my brother left, napagisip isip ko na tama siya. Mahirap man aminin pero tama talaga siya. Umalis ako sa bahay dahil ayokong nakikita si Chael. Pero hindi lang si Chael ang iniwan ko, si Mommy.

My mommy who came back when I was nine, who took care of me since then. My bestfriend, my girl, my mother.

Maya maya lang bumukas na ang pinto. Nagulat ang Mommy ko, she shove her hands into her mouth and her eyes starts geting watery. "Tristan, anak." she said and opened her arms.

Niyakap ko kaagad siya, mahigpit na mahigpit.....and I cried. I cried like a nine year old kid again.

Isang bata na naagawan ng laruan. Isang bata na nadapa at nagkasugat. Isang bata na natatakot sa dilim. Ganon ako umiyak habang yakap yakap ko ang Mommy ko.

We cried.

Finally, she pulled back. Hinawakan niya ang pisngi ko at pinunasan ang luha ko, I smiled, so does she.

"I'm sorry." bulong ko.

"I missed you, anak." sabi niya at hinawi ang buhok ko na tumatabing na sa mata ko. Just like old times.

"I'm sorry." I repeat. And I repeat it again and I cried some more.