Love, Elie

Entry #5

INT.BEDROOM – NIGHT

Elie sits at her desk, a small lamp casting a warm glow over her open diary. She holds a pen, hesitating before writing. The room is quiet, except for the faint sound of her scribbling. She sighs deeply and begins.

ELIE (V.O.)
Hi, Crush.

Her handwriting is neat but a little shaky. She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly as she continues writing.

ELIE (V.O.)
Nasa Singapore ka din pala ngayon with your family and friends. Oh my gee, are you stalking me? O baka naman iniisip mo na may iba ako, kaya ka sumunod dito sa Singapore? Nako, huwag kang mag-alala, wala akong iba—ikaw lang. Promise!

Elie pauses, tapping the pen against the paper. She glances at her phone lying next to her, then looks back at her diary.

ELIE (V.O.)
Teka, saan ka naka-stay? Sana magkita naman tayo dito, namimiss na kasi talaga kita.

Her writing slows down as she reaches the next part. She fidgets, clearly embarrassed, but pushes through.

ELIE (V.O.)
Crush, oo nga pala, musta na yung friend request ko? Nakita mo na ba?
(pauses, then writes quickly)
Kung oo, sana naman i-accept mo na, please.

Elie cringes slightly, pressing her hands to her face in embarrassment. She peeks through her fingers, laughing nervously.

ELIE
(murmuring to herself)
Nakakahiya, pero gusto ko talaga kitang makilala pa ng lubusan.

She lets out a long sigh, gently closes her diary, and runs her fingers over the cover. Her gaze drifts back to her phone, but she decides not to touch it. Not yet.

ELIE (V.O.)
Your Secret Admirer,
Elie.