Let Me Go, Nicholas - Completed (EDITING)

Chapter 1

I stretched my back after finally finishing one more chapter of the book I was going to release in a couple of weeks. I checked the time and saw that it was already four in the morning.

I sighed and stood up from my swivel chair at nagtungo sa aking maliit na kusina. Sometimes, I'm very thankful that this unit was just big enough for me. It makes me feel a little less empty.

My entire condo unit was enveloped by total silence. All I could hear was the soft humming of the AC, and my footsteps as my feet padded along the carpeted floor. I turned my coffee maker on, and placed a pod of espresso inside.

Ilang minuto pa ay naamoy ko na ang mabangong halimuyak ng kape. It woke my senses up, and I instantly knew that I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.

I took out a carton of heavy milk from my refrigerator, and mixed half a cup of it with my coffee.

Umupo ako sa isang bar stool at napatitig na naman ako sa kabuuan ng aking unit. It was fully furnished with everything I needed, but why did it still feel so vacant?

Anong kulang?

Napatingin ako sa hawak kong tasa at napailing.

This won't do, I have to go outside.

The space felt suffocating.

Parang hindi ako makahinga nang maayos sa aking pag-iisa.

Funny how some people wished for this kind of silence, habang ako naman ay gustong-gusto nang basagin ang katahimikan. Hindi rin pala masaya ang mag-isa.

I transferred my coffee in a disposable cup, and fixed my hair in a messy ponytail. Kinuha ko mula sa lamesa ang aking writing journal at nagsuot na ng rubber shoes.

I always wear comfortable clothes when I write, kaya naka-t shirt at leggings lang ako na lalabas.

I took my keys off the hook behind the door and went out.

The gray and bleak hallway was really quiet as well, at rinig na rinig ang tunog ng elevator when it stopped at my floor. I hope I didn't wake anyone up. I held the cup on one hand together with my keys and phone, at sa kabilang kamay naman ay ang aking journal at ballpen.

Damn it, I forgot my jacket. The elevator was already here, so I decided to just leave as is.

I walked towards the nearest park in the area at inasahan ko naman ang magiging pag-iisa ko doon.

Who in their right minds would go out in this chilly November air at 4 o'clock in the morning?

Apparently, only me.

Nasisiraan na yata ako ng bait dahil sa kalungkutan na nararamdaman ko.

I picked a spot where it would be perfect to watch the rising sun as it graced the entire world with its early morning glow.

There was something different about this dawn compared to all those others that I had. I just couldn't place a finger on it.

Nakasanayan ko na ang lumabas tuwing madaling araw, even if I knew that it's not exactly safe for me to go out alone at this time. There's just something about dawn and danger that intrigued me and had my blood rushing.

Weird, but it's where I get inspiration from.

Most of the novels I've written were thrillers and mysteries. I only did romance one time and it wasn't a happy ending.

I guess I don't really go well with love. Maybe because I didn't know what it felt like. How can I speak of something I've never had before? That would be lying, and my stories would sound half-assed. It would lack the most important component of writing- it wouldn't have soul.