Second Chance Point

28: Our Borrowed Time

28: Our Borrowed Time

SAM'S POV

There are moments in my life when I can't help but think of the lines my favorite fictional characters said in their movies, like Remy of Ratatouille.

The only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability.

Life is indeed unpredictable. So is Thomas Torres. His unpredictability is starting to drive me crazy.

Thomas: What are you thinking about?

I looked at him and he's looking at me too. The look in his eyes hurts. Ugh, Thomas. How will I move on if you keep on giving me reasons to stay?

Sam: Pre-game jitters.

I lied. No, this is not pre-game jitters. This is I-am-standing-next-to-my-ex-boyfriend jitters.

He grabbed my hand and locked it between his hands. His hands are as usual warm and comforting.

Thomas: I'll be cheering for you.

There goes that Thomas Torres signature smile. Does he even know that his presence brings me torture?

The elevator finally reached my floor. I removed my hand from Thomas's, and I walked out of the lift. I walked towards my unit without even minding about Thomas. As I was about to swipe my keycard to the door, I was taken aback by the arms that enveloped my waist from behind.

Thomas: Mants?

Sam: What?!

I tried to sound pissed but in reality, the butterflies inside my tummy already started fluttering. Thomas placed his chin on my shoulder and gave my neck a peck.

Thomas: Why are you like this to me?

Sam: Thomas, si Basha.

He scoffed, removed his chin on my shoulder and turned me around. Now, I am facing him and his hands are still on my waist.

Thomas: One thing, you owe me a no questions asked.

I raised my eyebrow and nodded. He smiled.

Thomas: Now, can you please stop talking or thinking about Basha? Can this day be our day? Can we have this borrowed time?

Just as I was about to say something, he gently pulled me closer to him.

Thomas: Please?

My mind says no. It's screaming at me. It's telling me that I have to be selfish. I have to stop hurting myself.

But, my heart says yes in every language.

Sam: Fine. Now, will you let me go?

Thomas: Ten seconds pa. Namiss kaya kita.

I don't mind you hugging me Thomas. We can stay like this forever.

Then, he pulled away. There's that crooked smile on his face.

Sam: What's with the smile, Tho?

Thomas: What's not to smile about, Mants?

Sam: Weirdo.

I turned around and opened the door to my unit. Okay, now I just can't stop smiling too. Samantha, get a grip.

Thomas followed me in and sat on the couch.

Sam: I'll just take a shower. If you want, you can just come back later.

He shook his head like I just said a bad idea.