Sinasabing ang puso ay may sariling mata at kayang kilalanin ang taong mahal mo sa hindi maipaliwanag na paraan. Ngunit, pa'no kung ang taong kasama mo ngayon ay ginaya ang hitsura, pag-uugali, ang buong pagkatao ng taong mahal mo? Kaya pa rin bang...
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Friday, 11:23 PM
"You're here." Khamya said as she looks at the person behind her through the reflection of a mirror.
"And you're done packing your things." Downcasted reply of Beiron.
"Yeah..." Her reply that's almost a whisper. The mood around them is gloomy, so she tried to lighten it up. "How's the meeting with your co-members?"
He smiled a little and started to unbutton his suit. "Well, as usual but at least some are serious while watching the Pope's activities.
"I see."
"So, when are you leaving?" Beiron reluctantly asks.
"My flight will be 9 in the morning so I need to be there at 7 or 8."
"Okay. I'll accompany you towards the airport."
"Of course."
The mood around brighten a little, but still they are both tiptoeing, afraid to face the fact that they will be separated for indefinite time.
"Let's go to sleep." Beiron offered after changing clothes, then he lie down at the bed. Khamya is still sitting at the chair and silently watch his back.
"Did they already told you how long will you be gone?" He asks while still facing his back to Khamya.
"They didn't."
"Okay." He replied.
Though they already talked and finally made a decision about the matter, Khamya knows that he's just forced to conform in her selfish decision. And by knowing that, she feels guilty.
"Beiron." She paused for a bit, clasped her hands and swallowed the lump on her throat. "I'm sorry."
It took him a few minutes to muster a reply, then finally sighs and walk towards where she's sitting. He get down in one knee and cup her face. "You told me that for several times already. And though it hurts, my reply will always be the same. I understand."
The tears that she's been holding back have started to fall, so she tightly hug him.
"I'm really sorry." she said between sobs.
"Even if I have to sacrifice, I'm willing to support your decision. If it makes you happy, then it's fine. Because your happiness will always be happiness too. And I love you so much, that I'm willing to do anything for you."
"T-thank you so much. I love you too." She answers as she face him.
"Enough of this repeated apology. Just promise me you'll stay safe and healthy, Africa is just hours away, Baby and I will visit you as often as possible so you won't miss us." He said while reaching up, and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.
"That would be great." She replied with a smile.
"I know. But this will be greater." He said but before she could get what he said, Beiron searingly kiss her lips. And it didn't took her long to realize what he's suggesting.She answered the kiss with the same passion.
The kiss they shared gets deeper and deeper, he then tugged her hair gently, pulling her to the bed. But before reaching the bed, her right hand caught the wire of her headphone that is connected to her phone, so he pulled her hand while still kissing her. The wire have been remove from the phone which makes the song played in her phone through its speaker.
( So honey now Take me into your loving arms)
They finally reached the bed and she was lying on top of him.
(Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart )
The steady beat of his heart thudded under her ear and he wrapped an arm around her waist while trailing his other hand up and down her spine.
(I'm thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are)
Feeling the warmth of his body spreading through hers and the play of his muscles beneath her, Khamya could only think of how right it felt to be pressed against him, to feel such closeness.
"I love you Beiron." she whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
(When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades And the crowds don't remember my name)
"But I love you more." He said and kissed the tip of her nose.
(When my hands don't play the strings the same way I know you will still love me the same)
Smiling smugly, Khamya rested her head on his chest again, gently tracing patterns on his upper arm with her fingertips.
('Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe it's all part of a plan Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand)
This was nice, being together like this. There was a level of comfort developing between them and it made her feel good inside.
(But, baby, now Take me into your loving arms)
Beiron shifted and lay down on top of her. He buried his face in her neck while the weight of his body pinned her helplessly in place.
(Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart)
His warm, calloused hand skimmed up and down her side, stimulating her already heightened nerve endings. While he nibbled and licked the juncture of her neck and shoulder, shivers of delight ran through her.
(Thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are)
Khamya's hands fell to her side and she gripped the bedding, feeling that she was going to lose control at any moment.
Tension's running between them. A wave of need quickly grew, a need to explore him as he had done to her, to claim every inch of their body. And soon they began to move against each other and became lost in the exquisite feelings that centered where they were joined.
(So, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are Oh, baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are)
After a moments of release, Beiron withdrew and rolled onto his side, drawing her close to cuddle against his chest. "That was amazing," he told her with a satisfied sigh.
"Yeah." she replied while gasping air to breathe.
Long, quiet moments followed. Beiron gently played with her hair, wrapping strands into ringlets then letting them cascade down onto the pillow. Eventually, he whispered into the silence. "I love you forever, Khamya." Even without looking, he knew she was smiling.
