c'est nous (m.w)

come back, love (2)

- Edward's.

"Twin?"

"Maymay?"

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I rushed to her, her warmth embrace filled my heart with happiness. I thought after what happened that night, I wouldn't feel her hug again. I felt that I wasn't deserving of her love, or her care. Not with what happened. I was a fool. I know, I am a fool. Buang ako for hurting her, for clinging to that one promise Heaven assured me, that she will never let Maymay get hurt. And damn, I was too foolish to believe whatever words that came out of her mouth. All lies. Maymay got hurt eitherway, with what I did. With what I chose to do.

"I'm sorry, Maymay... I'm sorry, my love."

She caressed my back, the usual thing she will do if I'm stressed or down. I found my home. I found her again. It was like coming back to my safe place all over again. Maymay was my home. She was my safe place from the storm outside, she was my personal little bubble. The thought of having her was honestly the best feeling in the world and I could never ask for more.

"Shh... Edward..." Her voice was distant yet it was familiar, my wife's voice. My wife's soothing voice. I can remember every time I'm mad at her and she can just use her sweet voice to make me forget my anger. I can remember how calming it was. Even though everything's different now.

"Twin... I'm sorry." I said, tears were falling non-stop from my eyes as I stared at her, longing in my eyes. The girl that once loved me. The girl that once filled my life with happiness, with love.

"Edward... You don't have to say sorry. Wala kang kasalanan." She said, still hugging me. We were on the floor now, with me still breaking down in her tiny thin arms. I can remember nights like these, when I was too depressed about a job or about some issue in my family, she would always calm me down and prepare hot chocolate after. She would always stay by my side, and I would always have her back through all the things she's been going through.

But this time, it was different. Something was different.

"I did this, May. I broke you. I broke us." I whispered as I intertwined my hands with hers, memorizing every bit of how her hands felt. She let my fingers for a while while her other hand combed my hair softly, like she did everyday. I remember, Maymay. I remember us.

I remember all the things we did, and it pains me to see that I have wasted everything we had.

"This feels right." She stated as she continues to comb my hair with her fingers.

Whenever we're cuddling, she'll always do that and I'll always fall asleep. She will sing me lullabies or hum some children songs. She's always been such a potential mother, sometimes I'd wonder how would she raise our own children. Or how would she love them. Or how would I get jealous of all the attention she will give to our own sons and daughters. She would always laugh at the idea when we were still dating, but we were almost there.