Best Part of Me

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I can't imagine that there would be a time where I would spend my day with him. Just chilling and laughing with him on a seaside, I never expected myself to fall in love with him as deep as this, like his presence was my will to live.

"How's your mom?" I asked him. He sipped whiskey from glass and looked at me.

"She's fine now and probably can't remember anything that happened last night." He said, I just nodded and smiled at him.

"That's great." I commented. I never wanted to ask more, I don't want to ask him something related to it, I was afraid I might hit something that I shouldn't.

"Aren't you going to ask me what made her like that?" He asked.

"Tell me when you're ready." I answered. He just stared at me for a second but he smiled, a sincere one.

"Everything was fine before, we were doing fine, we were happy, they were happy and inlove." He started, I could hear the pain from the way he told me his story. I chose not to speak and just let him tell me everything.

"Then shit happened. He was accused of being corrupt, and abuser. He was charged of multiple crimes that I didn't even know he was capable of. My mom believed him even though witnesses and evidences were right infront of our faces." I saw him gulped and he paused for a while to drink the whiskey.

I held his hand, and smiled at him. He looked at me.

"It's okay, go on." I urged him.

"I never had the chance to see him, nor talk to him and ask him why he did that. I hated him for that, for ruining our lives, and for making my mom's life miserable fighting for him. I saw my mom begging at judges and lawyers to reconsider the case, I saw how she tried to gather counter evidences that doesn't even exists. That's how she loved my father." He smirked and stared at the sea reminiscing everything that happened back then.

"But weeks before the 2nd trial, news came, that he died on his cell because of heart failure. My mom just can't handle the truth, it was too much for her to handle until she lost her sanity."

I felt my tear escaped from my eyes, I could feel the pain on his story. He just looked at me and he was shocked to see me crying but he laughed.

"Why are you crying?" He teased me, or he was trying to ease the sadness.

I did not answer but I suddenly hugged him very tight. I felt his body froze from what I did.

Pinakawalan ko siya at pinunasan ang luha ko, he was just staring at unable to say a word.

"Sorry, nadala lang." Natatawang sabi ko, I instantly regret what I did so I just looked somewhere.

I sipped my glass of whiskey bottoms-up and I felt it burn my throat. I stood up and offered my hand at him, masyado na rin kaming maraming nainom, I want to walk.

"Let's walk." I said, inabot naman niya ang kamay ko, nang makatayo siya ay babawiin ko na sana ang kamay ko ngunit hinigpitan niya lamang ang pagkakahawak doon at hinatak ako palapit sa dagat.

I bit my lips to stop myself from smiling, he intertwined his fingers to mine and I could really hear the my heart beating crazily fast.

"Do you like it here?" He asked.

"I like the place, but being with you make it even more likeable." I answered, he just 'tsked' and continued walking slowly.

Hindi na pwedeng lumusong sa dagat dahil gabi na kaya hinayaan na lamang namin ang tubig na basain ang paa namin.

"It's 11:58 pm." He said, looked at him confusedly.

"So?" I asked.

He just smiled and looked at the sky. I just stared at him the whole time he was looking at the sky, he was indeed God's masterpiece.