Hey, Cupid (COMPLETED)

Chapter 30: This Isn't The End

Hey, Cupid:

Is it only by chance that people meet each other or are we bounded by the fact that our fate has already been written down and we just have to accept it whether we like it or not?

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Alchemy’s POV

“Feb, you must be tired from the flight. Galing ka pa naman sa shift mo from the hospital before boarding the plane, make sure to rest first, alright? You can take a shower first para makapagpahinga ka na agad.” I told her as soon as we enter the hotel room where we are going to spend the three days of our stay here in Korea.

“Thank you, Al. I’ll go first then.”

Matagal na rin mula nang una naming pinagplanuhan na pumunta rito. It was I who personally brought the idea down to Feb that day when I noticed that she’s slowly regaining her memories of him—of Neville.

[Flashback before their college graduation]

“Feb I brought you—”

“Al…” I saw her in her bed crying while holding a book. Her laptop’s in front of her, opened. I immediately went to her and hugged her.

“What’s wrong, Feb?” I asked her gently.

“I—my memories they’re…”

“Are they perhaps slowly coming back?” I felt her nod her head.

“I’ve been observing you for days now Feb and my suspicion has been proven true. It’s fine. It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine.” I told her as I caressed her back.

We stayed like that until she was calm and composed enough to talk about what happened.

“I was confused at first, Al. It started this year. I…could faintly remember a person but I can’t seem to totally picture out his image on my mind no matter how deep I dig on memories. Then every night, in my dreams, I would see someone.

Sitting on one of the tables of the coffee shop I used to go to when we’re still studying in AU, reading something while listening to the music from the earphones placed on his ears.

Every day, I would figure out another fragment of memory. I’m still not sure about it all, but I’m already very much aware that I had erased someone from my memories. The memories are coming in a random order and that’s making my mind even more chaotic; I always tend to space out and have headaches.

Until today. I had dreamed of him Al. I had dreamed of Neville—of what happened four years ago. I’m not really sure what had triggered it all, but now I…

…I have all my memories back.”

“Is that why…you tried searching for his name on the web?” She just nodded at me.

“I found out that he’s already a book writer in Korea and he recently just made his debut.”

“Do you perhaps…want to go to him, Feb?” I asked her, a little scared of what she would say. I actually know what happened to Neville because I also tried searching for him. When Vernon visited us during the first quarter of the year, I got to talk to him whether he had seen or known Neville since he’s already residing in Korea. He told me he had heard of the name but he really didn’t get the chance to meet that person since he’s very private and would only attend book signing events. However, I chose not to tell Feb because I don’t want her to be confused again and worse, suffer again for the second time around.

“I don’t know, Al…my mind’s still a mess and I don’t even know what to do right now.”

“It’s fine, Feb. All your feelings are valid. You don’t have to rush yourself into things. I knew it’s still hard for you after gaining back your memories. You still needed time to heal.”