Halos isang linggo na ang lumipas nang Hindi ko na nakita ang anino ni Christian. I felt guilty for what I did to him. I never thought that he's serious that night. Akala ko nag-iinarte lang siya but I was wrong then. I literally searched for him around the school campus but I see nothing but just an empty music room, not even a print of him.
"Ang tanga mo kasi Telle! Di ka marunong makiramdam!" I blamed myself.
Tinignan ko ulit ang loob ng music room at nagbabakasakaling nakita siya ngunit walang Christian Diaz Buenavista ang nandito. Napagtanto ko na bakit ba ginagawa ko ito? Bakit hinahanap ko siya? Diba dapat masaya na ako dahil wala na siya? Di ba dapat nasa classroom ako ngayon nagpapakasaya? Peru ba't ako nandito?
At the middle of thinking,nagulat na lamang ako dahil may biglang kumatok sa pintuan ng silid. Halos mabuwal ako sa kinatatayuan dahil sa malakas na pahkakatok. Napaisip tuloy ako na baka minulto dahil wala namang ibang tao ang pumapasok dito kundi si... Christian!
Agad akong naglakad upang tignan kung sino ang naroon. I am hopeful na si Christian ngunit sa pagbukas ko, iba ang naroon. Wearing a faded jeans,V-neck grey T-shirt paired with black sneakers, nasilayan ko ang mukhang anghel na si Drianne
"Keen what are you doing in this place?" He asked full of curiosity. His thick eyebrows furrowed in no time.
"Uhm...I'm just checking if gumagana pa ba yung guitar" I lied for him to be satisfy but as I thought he is, his eyes wandered all over the room while lips were protruded. Something's bugging him and just kept it hidden. "May problema ba?"
"Are you sure you're not looking for someone?" And now I'm feeling like a criminal who's been convicted by someone.
"S-sino n-naman hahanapin ko?" Pagkautal kong tanong sa kanya. What the hell Telle!
"Don't answer me with another question Keen. I know you're missing someone" Sasagutin ko na sana ang mga tanong niya ngunit tumunog na ang bell. Di pwedeng lumiban ng klase ngayon dahil end na ng first semester. Lalakad na sana ako ngunit hinila ni Drianne ang braso ko. Napayakap ako sa maskulado niyang katawan habang hinihimas niya ang buhok ko. Our position right now reminds me of someone. That someone I hated from the very first day. I feel like these liquid inside my eyes were dropping in no time now. I tried to stop them from falling but I can't. I realized that even I myself can't stop these tears how much more kung ang buong ako na mahulog?
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Love Behind The Notebook (On Going)
General FictionShantelle Keen Alvarez is a simple lady from one of of the province In Luzon which is Calayan.They moved to the city when her father passed away because of Lung Cancer. Bullied when she's in middle school and forced her to take a scholarship on one...
