Dorm 188 (Thomara fanfic)

Chapter 21

Thomas' POV

The scene faded, but so is my sanity. No one tried to say a word. The only thing that can be heard is Ara's soft cries. I was frozen in time. The scene left my mouth hanging wide open. Clearly my mind is still processing what I just saw. I was just standing there emotionless. The scene was repeated in my mind over and over again. Para bang sirang plaka na hindi tumitigil.
It felt like forever at the time my body responded. The first thing that I did is clench my fists really hard. The first emotion that I felt is anger. Anger towards the bad memory. Anger towards the effing 'Thomas'. But lastly anger to myself. I was angry at myself for not being there. I was angry for not being able to defend her. I was angry for not being there for her. Even though, it is scientifically impossible to be there, that I am not the one to blame I'm still furious at myself. I am furious because I was not able to do anything. I was useless.

But the emotion 'anger' soon fade away, replacing it with pity. I looked at the corner of the room and there I saw the scene that even I can't bear. Ara, curled up in a ball, crying until her eyes pops out. You can hear the soft moans that comes with her cries. She is a mess. And anybody that can see her like this will only pity her.

Then a moment later all of my emotions was flooding over my mind. For a minute I felt like I'm going insane. So then I placed my hands on my head and started pulling my hair from its roots. I was shouting. But even I, don't exactly knows what  I was saying. I was going out of my mind. I was feeling dizzy. It felt like every emotions that people holds suddenly was on me, it was suddenly on my mind.

But then i felt something. A touch that can make me forget even my own name. Then i was back to myself. I realized I was already on the floor the time I was bursting out all of my emotions. But her touch. Her touch was my lifeline. Her touch made me remember how to breathe again.

Her hand was on my shoulders. That's what i saw when I tilted my head. And then my eyes landed on her. On her face. And even though she's still a mess she managed to stand up and help me. She managed to help other people when she's emotionally unstable. I just stared at her in the eye. But I can't read her emotions.

Once again I was frozen. But this i knew, The calm after the storm. Suddenly in one swift move, she hug me. Tightly. the coldness of her skin was the only thing that my body felt. I was unable to move quickly because she has taken me off guard. But then she suddenly cried. She cried like she has never done before. And so I moved. I hugged her back.

We are the shattered pieces. We are the pieces of a different glass combined together and now built a better looking glass. We support each other. She fills my missing pieces why i fill hers. I think that is the accurate explanation of our relationship. She was broken but so is I. But then we build each other up.

Having her in my arms was one of the things that makes me really happy. But in this circumstance I think I would much rather see her laughing and smiling than crying in my arms. The memory was inevitable. But me being there for her was not. I should have chosen to be with her than be selfish and thought of my emotions.

"Tapos na." She finally spoke between her sobs.

"Hmm." I agreed. But then I realized I was still clenching my fist when she carefully caress her hand on mine.

I responded by holding her hand and moving it closer to my lips. I gave her a peck on the back of bher hand. She responded by closing her eyes and sighing. We cpuld stay like this forever. But I rather not.

"Thomas?" She softly called.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Never leave my side." She stated.

"I'll never." I oathed.

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We spend the night in the rooftop of the dorm. I thought it would make us forget the memory a bit if have done that. But clearly it didn't. The night was consist of us being silent, being careful not to bring up the incident earlier. It seems like the glass, or our glass, the glass which is consist of our broken pieces combined together, it appear to have a crack. But it wasn't just a crack. It is a crack that changed our glass' appearance. Its a creack that changed us entirely.

I wanted to forget. But then I was under the moonlight recalling what happened. Questions clouded over my head. Questions like, 'How can a person hurt someone like that?''How can someone do such things like that?' I was angry again. No, i was furious. I wanted to kill the insanity inside that boy's body. I want to revenge Ara for what the boy has done to her. I want to make the man suffer just like how she does.

There was one foreign emotion that I was yet to explain. There's this emotion inside me that I can't explain. Sure I was angry. I was angry on 'Thomas' for hurting Ara. But I think I was angrier at that Ara for loving 'Thomas' so much. That at the end of the fight she still managed to forgive him. She still continued loving him.

Some say its jealousy, but I believe not.

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The next night we decided to talk about what happened. We talked about the incident that occured.

"So..." I started.

"Uhmm..." She replied.

"That was rather suprising." I tried to lighten up the mood.

"For you yes. But for me, it wasn't that suprising." She replied back.

"What? You mean it has happened before?" I asked. Sweat was forming on my hands. I think I don't want to hear that it has happened before. And I wasn't there to do anything.

"It occurs everytime I hear a thunder roared." She answered.

"Huh?" I quickly replied. Not meaning it. I was suprised it happened that way.

"A bad memory occurs everytime I hear a thunder roared." She repeated. This time slowly making sure that I understand.

"How many times did it happened in the past 18 years?" I asked. I was really interested.

"I've lost count." She said.

And that broke my fuse. I'm really doing it. I reached for my phone. Dialed a number, then had a quick conversation with someone. I hung up then put my phone back to my pocket.

"Sino yun?"

"A Spiritual expert."

*filler-*