Luis

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I woke up almost forgetting it was my birthday.

I was supposed to be happy but I feel like I was injected with Luis’ sadness.

I pasted on a forced sile so as to not disappoint people who bothered to greet me.

The whole day the only person I’ve actually talked to was Vanessa and Napoleon…And someone named MC, I think. Looks kind of familiar, though. Luis was a no show today. He didn’t attend even a single class.

I felt disappointed. I was actually expecting him to perform today.

I opened my locker and found baby Luiza in there clutching a phone and a familiar earphones.

I grabbed the phone and –

Wait, this is Luis’s phone.

I opened the phone and found track waiting to be played.

I placed the earphone…

This is also my earphone...

“FYI, I’ve always treasured the earphones.”

Recorded, I thought.

“There’s a lot of things I want to say right now…”

Luis, I realized. This was Luis’ voice.

“I love you, Iza. And I want you to know that.”

I love you too, I whispered.

Tears formed in my eyes again and started flowing.

I love you SO much.

“I’ve always been the outcast…But somehow you managed to change me into something else. I love you because you saw me as who I am.

I love you even if you’re not who you are.

I’ll love you even if you choose Andrew.

I’ll love you no matter what.”

Hearing his voice, so sincere and sad, even if it’s recorded makes me cry harder.

My heart beats harder it hurts.

“Meet me at the Auditorium. Bring baby Luiza…I’ll be waiting.”

The song that followed was familiar…especially the voice.

“I’ve been living with a shadow overhead,

I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my head,

I’ve been lonely for so long,

Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on.”

 

I tried to bite back the tears.

He recorded that session??

Clutching, Baby Luiza, I dashed to the Auditorium not minding the flowing tears from my eyes.

I could see there were people but I was focused on the projector screen.

Pictures from when Luis and I were still close. From when we were bonding. Most I could still remember but some I just forgot. There were photos of them too when they were planning all those concerts and concert raids for me.

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