There is always that minuscule hole in every person's heart and we have to search for that little prefect piece to make us feel complete. Then she came, and made me feel how to be whole being with her.
She was my blissful past yet, a downcast to my present. I found her, be with her for a long time yet, it wasn't enough reason for her to stay. Apparently, no one's to blame, l know, life, sometimes is unfair, hence at some certain point, it's fair.
It's hard but, do I have a choice? I lost her, she slip in my hands but not in my heart.
I am lying here beside her tombstone, whispering what had happened in my whole week when someone interupt me.
"I expected you to be here," she mumbled while I keep silent.
She's my younger sister. The Princess of the whole Iloco Angelous, Zariyah Hidalgo and evidently I am the Prince, Zandrick Hidalgo.
"I miss her," I said.
"Me too, I miss her so much, more than anyone can think," she answered full of sincerity.
I know her stand, she's her best friend after all, best bud, but of course sometimes they are enemy. Because of her we met and I will never regret that day since I laid my eyes on her and unconsciously fall for her up until now. We are completely opposite, our beliefs and perceptions about life differ. We see things vary in many aspects. Yes, I am one of the Rulers yet, she can make me change my mind in just a snap. And that's when I realized I am starting to fall for her. Everything seems to be abstract because of her.
She has all the courage to do risky things while I'm not. She can fight the right of being a woman. A woman who's indeed brave and proud about her identity. A woman with dignity, an Iloco Angelous Warrior, Eury Venice.
I am the next leader of this community and before she's my adviser.
" You're the worst brother," she said, that maybe shocks me? But then, she continued."Otherwise you are brave like what you should be, because that's what a real Ilocano is," a little curve etch on my lips.
"Don't play down your smile, brother," she uttered.
"No, I'm not," I chuckled.
"You know what, when you sent me in Locale, I realized how different our cultures and traditions to their."
She continued blabbering things about her punishment, last two months ago. She said, city is suffocated while in our place, everything seems to be fresh, from air to food that we take in. People there are noisy and always fight about petty things. The whole city was govern by militaries, no one can move freely, however in our village, we live by simply following rules and not being controlled if what we are going to do.
"From then on, I realized, every culture differs and every local differs. Sometimes we believe in things their aren't, like what they are in ours," she added full of conviction.
I owe this woman a lot. During my sorrowful days she was there, comforting me, but of course with her blunt attitude. She's like a good disaster in my life. She's stingy nevertheless, she's bounteous in sharing her good side. A real Ilocano woman to be exact, brave yet stingy. She's absurd but she got her good side.
"When Eury left me I felt numb."
"You aren't alone."
"I know, she's like an angel in disguise whose responsibility is to tame my stone heart, and she did but she left it broken."
"Did you blame me then? Anyways I'm the one who did the offering(atang), "she asked.
"No, I never did. I understand what happened, she's sick, an unknown disease to us similar to what happened to her father."
" That's why I did the research but, sad to say, I failed," I smiled.
"You almost did, and I'm proud of that. I never imagine someone like you doing such things for someone."
Our conversation goes on and on until sundown. As the hands of the clock hits 6 we already offered our prayer for her soul.
"I hope I saw you before your last breathe. How I wish we were together and I made you smile before everything happened. But I know, you're now happy wherever you are." I whispered.
"You really love her," she giggled
"Yes, I do," I responded.
