Yarylle / KaYel (On Hold)

Chapter 17.2 - What A Rainy Ending Given To A Perfect Day

Karylle's POV

Upon seeing how close, happy and comfortable Yael and Ysab are, it made me think twice. Yes, I am now certain that I'm jealous. Gosh, I just want to get out of here.

Hey, who said I can't? 

I ran my way down the hall, and as I was about to go down the stairs, I hear him call me. "Karylle!" he yelled. "Baby, wait up!" As if I didn't hear him, I just kept on heading out, not bothering to look back.

He caught me and grabbed by the arm. And from his front yard, we saw Ysabel along with his band mates, leaving already. Ugh. How I wish I tagged along.

"Let go," I coldly stated. He sighed and did. "Baby, what's the matter?" Placing a hand on my shoulder, I just moved away, making it drop. "I just want to go home," I lied, looking away from his eyes.

Yael ran his fingers through his hair. He seemed to be confused and frustrated. "Okay then. Let me just get my keys," you can really sense sadness and disappointment in his voice.

"I already ask a friend to pick me up," and there goes another lie. He gave me a questioning glance, the turned into a frown. "Seriously, K. Ano bang problema?" he said, with those piercing eyes. "Nothing!” I said, a little too loud. "And why do you even care?" He squinted and shook his head. "Of course, I care! I am your boyfriend, remember?" And all that I processed was how mad, frustrated and confused he is.

That's it. I've had enough.

Then we hear a sound from the kitchen. Oh, that's his ringtone. "Wait a second," he said and was gone in an instant.  I took the opportunity to get away from him. I stormed out of his property and into the peaceful road of the village.

Yael's POV

Seeing the caller ID, I was aggravated. "Why do you have to interrupt every time I am talking to my girlfriend?" I said, way too harsh. "Uhm, I'm sorry. What did you call for?" Ysab sighed and told me that the car went down and they're stuck somewhere and needed a ride home. "Come on, kuya! I have no one else to count on!" I thought about it, but I need to fix things with Karylle.

"Whatever, I'll wait for you here at the restaurant. See ya!" she hung up before I could speak. Well then, I guess I have to fetch her after I straighten things out with K.

Goodness gracious. Where the hell is she? After what happened in Tagaytay, I couldn't bear it if she goes missing again. I just can't.

With all the horrible thoughts inside my head, I decided to just go along with the first direction that comes to my mind. To my surprise, I saw a glimpse of her, turning to the left. Running as fast as I could, fortunately, I was able to catch up with her pace.

“Hey,” I said. She didn’t even bother to look at me for she was talking to someone on the phone. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll wait for you by the main gate,” K said then hung up. I waited for her to say anything. Why is she mad, who did she call and basically what the hell is happening.

But she kept silent. Now, I’ve had enough.

With a tight grip on her left arm, I stopped her. She grunted and I just gave her a cold stare. Suddenly, I felt droplets of water falling on my skin. Nobody dares to speak. But it was until the light shower turned into a heavy rain.

“Baby, let’s go back to my house,” I insisted and she rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me baby,” the words that she uttered made my heart ache a little. Something bad is really going on. Without further arguing with her, I grabbed her hand and led the way back to my humble abode. All that I can feel on the walk back is the coldness coming from my girlfriend. Not the pouring rain. Not my grumbling stomach. Not my headache.

I’ve never been anywhere cold as her.

Karylle’s POV

To be honest, I feel terrible about the way I treat him now. I kind of hate myself for being immature, jealous and dramatic. But a part of me just hates him. It is so confusing, really. Here I am now, my right hand, tightly held by my boyfriend, hair and clothes soaked by the rain, head and heart shouting in pain. Agonizing pain.

Before I knew it, we were heading inside his house. With the dim light outside, I could see his face shows a glint of anger, sadness and most of all…pain. This made me feel guilty. But being the stubborn person that I am, I just stopped myself before I can apologize and swallow my pride.

When we reached the living room, he finally lets go of my hand. “Stay here,” he said in a deep, monotone voice. It actually scared me a bit so I obeyed him. He then came back with a towel in hand and wrapped me with it. That’s when I realized that I was actually shaking due to the cold rainwater.

Nobody talks. All I can hear is the faint sound of the pouring rain on the roof. I’ve never hear silence quite this loud. As if you can hear a sound if a needle drops.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he said, as I stared at the floor by his feet. I just can’t look at him right now. “Look at me, K,” he demanded and with all the might I have left, I did so. What I saw was shocking. His eyes are reddish, tears threatening to fall. Jaw clenched and fists rolled into a ball. I could barely look at him at all.

“Alam mo ba, Ysab was the one who called my phone,” he said. “She told me that her car broke and she needed help.” He sighed. “But what did I do? I ran after you.” He said with a voice that’s about to break. “Ngayon ko lang naramdaman ang maguilty, K.”  I tried to stare at his swollen eyes but quickly looked away. “Sa isang bagay na hindi ko naman alam kung ano.”

Now this is killing me. I should be the one feeling guilty. I’m the one who’s jealous. I’m the one being immature. Karylle, swallow your pride and say sorry. Puhleeze.

I was about to talk when a familiar beep echoed through the room. It was the honk of my friend’s car. It made me stand up straight. Walking with my head down, I left. No words said. No sorry. No goodbye. No peace.

I didn’t wait for him to go out the car and open up the door for me. Running to the car and opening the door in an instant—I hopped in. “You okay, K?” he asked and I just nodded. Obviously, he gets the fact that I don’t really feel like talking so he just stepped on the gas and we’re on the way to my condo unit.

Trying to find a comfortable position to take a nap, I realized that I still have his towel with me. Ugh. I guess my mind got tired of over thinking so it completely shut down and I dozed off to a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Hey, you guys! Sorry if this is a short and not-so-good update. It’s damn hard to type stuff on the laptop because a) My eyeglasses is broken for the nth time b) It’s vacation so I was quite busy  c) I’m still in Bicol, meaning I have to borrow laptop from my relatives and I kinda get shy to do so.

Anyways, I hope that you are having a good time right now and I better go and sleep. It’s like 15 mins before twelve a.m.

Bro fists and pancakes,

Hailem