A/N: and the last story is for #KyRu as #YbraMihan. #kapitpa hahahah 💙💛
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Amihan stood there standing under the moonlight glory. Her long black hair flowed freely in the night breeze as silence wrapped around her like a warm feathered blanket. The scenery looked almost too perfect to touch, to be disturbed. The way her skin glowed, the way her eyes danced, and the way she held herself was nothing short of how she was raised to be.
"I know you're there," her soft voice floated around him. He took a step forward from behind the shadows of the trees after a moment. "Bakit mo pa itinatago ang sarili mo?"
"Pinagmamasdan lamang kita," he murmured as he crept up behind her. Tumayo si Ybrahim sa likuran niya. He was close enough to smell, close enough to touch, but not quite.
They basked in each other's presence before they both felt the heaviness of the situation rest on their shoulders. They didn't want it to be. They didn't want it to end like this. Amihan was willing to give up everything. She was determined to fight against what anyone thought about her decision.
But he was equally determined to stop her.
"Bakit mo ako ipinatawag?" Mahinang bulong nito na animo dinala lang ng hangin sa kanya. He had to smile a little, albeit wryly.
"Our previous parting is not what I wished to be our last." Even as he said those words, he still felt the raw pain deep in his soul of what significance they held.
"Please don't say that." She'd turn around by this time. He was a head taller but she looked up at him with ease. Her height was perfect. She fit perfectly against him. He could still remember the way her body had been pressed against his. Her head on the crook out his neck and the way their arms found the other's back.
Ybrahim remembered the way they held onto each other, never wanting to let go.
"I never meant anything I said," she whispered, her eyes locking with his. He nodded. She smiled a little. "Alam ko."
"Of course not," he said gracefully. The bow he added made her smile, but what he didn't see was the way her eyes began to water.
"I'm not good with goodbyes," Amihan finally said after a long period of silence. Her words didn't surprise him. Ybrahim glanced down at her and tried to ignore the flood of pain that sudden entered his system. She was standing next to him, her posture tall and proud, but she seemed to be shrinking away from the world.
"In fact," she said, her voice wobbling slightly as she turned to face him, "Di ko kailanman gugustuhing sabihin ang mga katagang paalam sayo"
His features softened when her face broke. She lost all confidence as tears trailed down her cheeks and she wrapped her arms around herself. He knew she was unsure whether if she could reach out and hold him, or let him be. He wasn't sure either.
"Well," he said, tearing his eyes away from her to glance up at the sky, "We don't have to," he said confidently.
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