The Chroniqué is a dissolving freedom club formed by rebellious students of Elysian University. Raised to follow immoral rules, bred to bleed stains of injustice, how far would they go to uncover the truth behind the government's actions?
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Chapter theme: Emily Burns - Is It Just Me?
↬ G R E N O
I exhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling. Madaling araw na pero gising pa rin ako. We drank a bit earlier, I'm supposed to get sleepy by now, but unfortunately I'm wide awake.
Dala ng inis, bumangon na lang ako para magpahangin sa balcony. Kaso nahagip ng paningin ko ang isang sketch pad na para nang mahuhulog sa desk.
Ginalaw ko pala 'yon?
I approached with a faint smile. I dusted it a bit, caressing the cover.
"Jahiem, what do you think?" I asked, elbowing him a bit. Napatingin tuloy siya sa akin kaya tinuro ko ang ginuguhit ko kanina pa gamit ang hawak kong pencil.
"Project 'yan?" Agad akong umiling sa tanong niya.
"Dream house." Nahihiya kong pag-amin. Just a simple two-story framed with aluminum on every corner to achieve a modern look. A balcony overy the garage. Four bedrooms. Lastly, a garden and a pool area.
"Para sa inyo ni Riley?" Nakangisi pa siya. "Pamilya agad, Greno? Graduate muna tayo ng Senior High at College, doon pa nga lang hindi na sure." His joke made me smack his head.
"It's just for me and my own dreams." Sinara ko tuloy ang sketch pad. "And hopefully for Riley too. I want to be her future."
Jahiem stared at me, chuckling. "Alam mo naman na kapag nagpaplano, hindi natutuloy."
I scoffed bitterly as I opened the pages. The moment I saw my old sketch, memories came flooding in my brain.
Riley is the reason why I pursued Architecture. I know her since 7th grade, I saw a picture of her on Facebook, it was posted by her mom. Nagcomment roon si papa kaya lumabas rin sa newsfeed ko. Doon ako naging familiar sa kaniya. Naging interesado.
I thought the picture of her was very beautiful and innocent. She was laughing brightly, holding a cone of ice cream. Her white dress flowed in the wind, and it stood out in the green scenery. Not to mention the sunset casted an alluring shade of orange and red.
I drew that picture. And it's still here.
"You're still an innocent white lily." Napangiti ako at marahang pinadulas ang daliri ko sa sketch. Nakadikit lang iyon sa kasunod na pahina.
"You're really pretty, my sloppy pencil strokes doesn't give you justice." Natawa ako at binagsak ang magkabila kong kamay sa table habang nakatitig sa sketch kung saan nagsimula ang lahat.
Ilang beses ko inulit ang pagdrawing sa picture na 'yon. Not gonna lie, it really took me two years to perfect it.
