JUST ONE MORE NIGHT [One Night, #2]

TWENTY FIVE

WARNING: CONTAINS BS. 😄 (Hindi naman vulgar ang dating ;)
ITO NA ATA ANG SECOND TO THE LAST CHAPTER NG JOMN. 😏

TWENTY FIVE

XYRA'S POV

I didn't know how long I stood here, crying. For now, I just want to let it all out. For the last time, I glanced at the plane which is slowly disappearing from above. I bit my lip and in silence...I bid him goodbye for one last time.

I turned my back on it, my head bowed. I wiped my tears away. I took my first step to leave this place, however when I raised my head--

"Xy."

My eyes slowly widened in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Is this for real? Is it really him? With that spiky hairstyle of his, his dark chocolate eyes, thick eyebrows, and broad arms. I stared at him, speechless. I took a step toward him. Still trying to find out if he's just an illusion or not.

"Xyra." he called my name again. And this time, I knew and I felt. That this is not an illusion. It's real. He's real. Without second thoughts, I ran toward him crying. Embracing him tightly in my arms. I continued to cry in muffled sobs against his chest.

"K-kyle.'' I paused. "Akala ko wala ka na." I said in between sobs. I held him tighter. One hand, holding tight in his shirt. "Please don't go. I need you to hear me out." I begged. I pulled away from him, our eyes met. He didn't say a word. And again..."Please, Kyle." I begged.

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KYLE'S POV

I sat on the couch. Xyra is sitting at the couch across me, her head bowed. Silence wrapped around us. I didn't expect, I'd end up back in my condo...with her this time. The way she begged, the way her eyes pleaded, it got through me. I can't believe she begged me not to go though. Can't believe I decided to hear her out either when I'm supposed to be in the airplane by now, getting ready for take off. What have I done? Did I do the right thing? I gave up my promotion. I gave up the chance of letting go and moving on.

To break the silence between us, and to show hospitality, I asked her if there's anything she'd like to drink. "Juice? Water?" 

She peeked under her lashes and replied, "Water."

I nodded and told her to wait. I walked toward the kitchen, grabbed a pitcher of water from the fridge. And poured it to a glass I just took out from the cabinet. When the glass is full, I set down the pitcher, ready to turn my back when...