Runaway (MaiChard Oneshot Compilation)

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♪ "Lights will guide you home. And ignite your bones. And I will try...to fix you." ♪

Tears roll down his face as he sang this to her, drawing imaginary circles on her arm. She doesn't flinch, as if she all of a sudden became numb. She doesn't say a word, as if he was invisible. He raises his eyes onto hers, begging for her to look back into his. They were passive, staring onto the wall. This is another one of those fight episodes that they've been having lately. Actually, the tenth one this month - and the month isn't even up yet. 

The first of these had Maine driving off from their home, later to be found in a beach in Batangas, basking in the sun to take off the load. It was their first time to not resolve a problem in a few hours. She ended up isolating herself for two days, while he tried his best to locate her. When he finally found her, she got even more angry at the fact that he didn't come fast enough. Saying that he didn't know her anymore because he couldn't find her quicker. 

They ended up forgetting about the fights, overlooking the fact that there were still unresolved issues. That's what they always did now, they would agree on just "forgetting about it", which only causes unresolved problems to get pushed into a drawer. They keep on storing, stuffing, and squishing all of these issues, until one day the drawer overflows, bursts, and explodes. That day, is today. 

"Meng, Mahal, magsalita ka naman. Pagusapan naman natin 'to."

She turns and stares at him coldly. Instead of being frightened, he is relieved that she is at least interacting with him. She removes her arm from his grip, and returns to staring into nothing. She places her hand on it, replacing where his hand originally was, as if it was any good of a substitute. 

"Bakit pa tayo maguusap? Ok na tayo, I forgive you, kalimutan na natin. Ganoon naman lagi diba?" 

Maine starts to stand up but is held back by her husband, clasping onto her arm gently. She is weakened by this, her knees shaking, making her sit back down. Richard slides his hand onto her hand, fitting his fingers into the spaces in hers. Their hearts ache as one, as if their hands were sending messages of pain to each other while they were intertwined. Even though it hurt, they kept holding on, as words would only make the matters worse. 

"How did we end up like this?" she asks him sincerely. 

"I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, it was all my fault," his tears dripping onto their hands.

"Let's not play the blame game here, Babe," she pleads, placing her free hand on top of theirs. 

They look into each other's eyes and it was as if they were taken back in time. 

Back to the time when they first caught each other's attention. "Hala, Yaya! Naco-concious ka kay Alden!" 

Back to the time when they first saw each other in person. When he held his heart, to check if it was still ok. And when her eyes turned into slits, unable to contain her kilig. Back to the time of their first heartache when the plywood halted their first ever chance to touch each other's hand. 

Back to the time when they got a better look at each other, closer. It was his eyes' turn to change into slits as he couldn't believe the beauty in front of him. And how she was mesmerized and giddy over the fact that he looked much better up close. 

Back to the time of his first visit in the mansion, their first official interaction. "One foot, no touch," but it was all ok because they actually got to talk to each other. He was able to properly hear her voice, which quickly became one of his favorite sounds. 

"Happy ka?" they both remembered asking each other on their first date alone. And they were happy, even though the table was so long, it became doubtful if it could actually be called a date. 

"Sa tamang panahon," he says with a smile showing a sign of hope. This causes tears to once again drip from their eyes. 

"May tamang panahon para sa lahat," and it was true for them, as they remembered the first time they ever met each other. Her being fifteen, and him being eighteen. Them, having no clue of what the future may hold. 

The remembrance of their love story emphasized why they have stayed all along, why they have stayed through all the fights. It was written by God, carefully crafted by His hands. No man can ever separate what they had. 

They continued gazing at one another, emptying out the drawer, one item at a time.