Broken Dreams #1 : A Light To My Darkest Days

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

What If It's Him?

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Because it's so pointless to open a locked door, bumalik na lang ako sa higaan at pinagkrus ang mga braso sa dibdib.

I must be dumb for opening a fucking door without useful equipments. All that remains in this white room is a table beside me with a basket full of delicious fruits that can maintain my energy.

I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue for some reason. It doesn't matter anyways. Lately, I've been thinking...

Why did that fucking Spaniard (who doesn't know what poop is) locked the door? Or is it a coincidence? Probably not!

Whatever it is, I'm doubting he's tje guy I should'nt trust. Judging from his weird actuations and bored expressions, I knew that he perfected the art of pretending. Alam ko na meron siyang ikinukubli. Desidido ako na may tinatago siya sa akin.

Parang isang oras yata akong nakatitig sa puting kisame hanggang sa unti-unting bumukas ang pinto. Una kong nasilayan ang malamig na mga mata ni Ligeró. What's with him and that blank expression?

"Hello," replied the Spaniard in a nonchalant voice.

Nang makaupo siya sa monoblock chair, pinagkrus niya ang kanyang mga paa at tumingin sa akin."How are you feeling?" Tanong niya.

"Depressed," I retorted and rolled my eyes, attempting to meet his gaze that salutes every single bit of my hair.

He scanned me as if there's a pinch of dust in my face. "And why is my baby depressed?" Asked the Spaniard in a playful voice. What's with that smirk? Konti na lang, masusuntok ko na siya sa mukha! Tangina! Nakakainis!

I groaned in frustration. "Pwede ba, huwag mo akong tawaging 'baby'."

"Bakit naman?"

"Dahil hindi mo ako pagmamay-ari."

"And what if I tried to do everything that I could just to make you mine?"

"Tigilan mo nga 'ko, Ligeró!"

"Just call me Light, baby." He retorted.

"Light? Is that the meaning--"

"Damn, ang sarap sa tainga kapag binibigkas mo ang pangalan ko," aniya at binasa ang mapupulang labi, animo'y inaakit ako na angkinin ang mga labi niya.

I clicked my tongue. No fucking way!

"Whatever, I prefer calling you Spaniard than your given name."

Nagkibit-balikat lang siya at kumuha ulit ng isang mansanas sa basket.

"Nasaan na sa Kenji?" I asked out of the blue with my lips pouted and an anxious expression written on my face. Huminga ako ng malalim."I miss him already," mahinang sambit ko.

"Why do you miss him so much?" Light asked me in a frustrated voice. I don't know what's wrong with him but in the end, I answered his question.

"Well, I feel as if I am deeply attached to him. As if my life depended on him."

"By any chance, is he your boyfriend?"

Agad akong umiling. Definitely, not gonna happen! "Hindi! Magkaibigan lang kami ni Kenji."

"How did you come up with that question?"

"Judging from your actuations, you do miss him like crazy and it's not a reaction of a simple friend. Then, I started to conclude that you are his special someone rather his girlfriend...perhaps."