Author: J. Raphael
Prompt: A&M are married for a while now and are struggling to have a baby. It's making M insecure.
Prompter: @RM020316
For Richard Faulkerson Jr. and Nicomaine Dei Mendoza
because you two need to get married soon
The rain was falling hard. For us, rain always meant something. It has always been great. It signified our love. We're both pluviophiles. We loved our rain. I don't know if it will still be the case after what I've done today. I don't know if he would still look at me the same way. I'm a hundred percent failure. I couldn't give him what we both wanted.
The cold drops of the hard squall pelted my face, masking the tears that were already falling from my eyes. Here I was, standing at the back of the restaurant he owned. No one was in it. Its way passed everyone's bedtimes.
"Maine."
I heard his voice. He followed me. I don't know how he knew I'd be here, or maybe he just knew. He always knew. He always knew how I felt. He always knew how to make me feel better. He just knew. But today, I wouldn't be so sure, because this time, it wasn't just me. It was him. I don't know how he's feeling. I don't know how he'll comfort me because even I don't know how to handle this situation. My mind is running with what ifs. It's always been like that.
"Maine. Please." His voice sounded soft. It was broken but not as broken as how I expected it to be.
"Alam ko galit ka. Alam ko galit ka sakin." My back was turned. I couldn't face him. Not now. I couldn't. I couldn't give him what he wanted. I failed.
"Hindi ako galit." His voice was smooth. Was I missing something? I just stood there looking at the fog that was enveloping the entire Taal view and was now moving its vapors towards the place we were both standing on.
"Maine." That's when I felt him. He hugged me from behind. Everything around me was cold except him. He wasn't... even with what was happening. He loves me. And he still keeps loving me.
"Tisoy. I'm sorry." I whispered.
