Just Another Day at the Beach

The Timehop

6 years have passed. 6 years of anniversary dates, 6 years of ups, and downs, with RJ. But we solved each problem together, none of us letting go. The restaurant we opened more than a year ago was successful, as well as the branch in Batangas. We still lived at the beach house, occasionally visiting the Quezon Branch. RJ was definitely the perfect boyfriend, i can say, and i had no plans of leaving his side. Not until one day, i was at work, talking to RJ, mom called me on my phone. "Wait lang, Jay, tumatawag si mommy. Labas muna ako.". I walked outside and picked up my phone. "Hello, ma!" I said. I was stress free, and happy at that moment from the success of the new branch. And of course, RJ. "Maine, kailangan mong pumuntang Italy. May sakit ang tita Lianna mo.". "Ha!? Si tita Lianna?!". "Oo. Nagka cancer. Meng kailangan nating pumunta dun. Ito bumibili na ako ng plane tickets. Si Coleen andyan na sa bahay nyo. Aalis na tayo.". "Eh Ma?! Pano si RJ?!". "Sa susunod mo nang sabihin sa kanya. Umuwi ka na at i pack mo na yang bag mo!". "Sige ma, babye.". I ran out the restaurant without saying a word toward the house. I stuffed everything i had for a week in my luggage and zipped it up. I ran downstairs and hopped on my ate's car. "Anobayan? Anong nangyari kay tita Lianna?!?" I panicked. Tita Lianna was very close to my heart, we went shopping and hung out, as if we were sisters. "Matagal na na diagnose. Ngayon lang tayo binalitaan kasi malala na daw.". My heart dropped and i stayed silent the whole trip.

The next day was our flight to Venice. I packed all the clothes i had. And our family flew there, all of us gloomy. When we arrived, we dropped our bags off tita Lianna's and took a cab to the hospital.

We entered the hospital room and i ran to her. "Tita." I said taking a hold of her hand.
"Nicomaine." She replied giving a faint smile.
"How much time do we have?" I asked.
"Weeks." She whispered.
I sobbed still holding her hand as my whole family were silent. We stayed there for the rest of the day, as i never let go of her hand.

Only 4 weeks after, our beloved tita passed away. We lived at her home and i never heard from RJ again. I broke his heart, leaving him knowing nothing and let go of the one man i truly loved.