Untold Romance (COMPLETED)

51: All that is left

Synthia felt the air brushing her face and the sun hitting her eyes. She is facing the slightly opened door to the balcony and her back against him. Her eyes are locked on her ring and she's been holding it's band for quite some time now. Cyrus moved and she could feel his hand snaking to her stomach region.

"Bangon na, misis." he whispered and placed a kiss on her temple.

She sighed and asked "Are we married?"

"Soon pa pala, sorry naman." he kissed her again and held her tighter. She didn't say anything but she let out a heavier sigh, something was off "Excited lang akong maikasal sayo, we have to move on with our lives eventually."

"I'm not sure about that." she answered and made him give her a puzzled face. She sat up on their bed and faced him "I mean I'm not sure about getting married. I don't even think that I am ready right now." she was about to slide off the ring when he also sat up.

He spoke, "Let's not breakup."

"What if I want to?"

What if she really does?

"We don't have to." his tears were at the side of his eyes and she hated to see them. She looked away and stood up "I'll get ready for work. I'm almost late."

She's purposely detaching herself from him and she wants him to feel that, even though it pains her as well. It took her only a little time in the shower than usual, she wore her corporate attire and she realized it was no longer her size. After dressing up, she was supposed to go downstairs to get her keys and leave but she passed through Nio's door on her way to the master's bedroom. Carried away by her misery, she entered his room.

It was full of memories.

And just like that, she was unable to speak. She just felt a pair of warm arms around her waist and slowly pulled her out of the room.

"Hindi kita minamadali sa pagpapakasal sa akin. Kung hindi ka pa ready, okay lang."

"Aalis na ako." she composed herself and quickly ran down the stairs.

And again, Cyrus was left alone.

- - -

Her voice was rising, her weight was casted on Cyrus as they walked along the pathway towards the door. Synthia was unsteady on her own feet and her vision was bleary. Words kept on spewing out of her mouth in a matter of seconds just as fast as how she drank 3, 4— how many Martini shots in less than an hour. Today wasn't a really productive day for her either, it was one of those days that makes her feel how dead she really is inside although she's breathing perfectly fine.

Cyrus was having trouble in unlocking the door while she was carrying Synthia reeking of alcohol.

"Alam mo dapat di mo ko sinundo eh..." she continued as the door was unlocked and she wanted to be placed on the floor "Kaya ko naman!" she grunted and quickly ran to the nearest sofa. She was talking distinctly with her face on top and against the throw pillow. He was just gazing at her before he left to get some water.

"Hoy, Cyrus!" she called out and sat back up "Alam mo ang mas mabuti, hiwalayan mo na ako habang maaga pa. Wala ka naman nang mapapala sa akin—"

"Itulog mo na yan tas usap tayo bukas."

"Pakinggan mo ako."

He sighed and went to her to listen. He observed her actions well and he had a hunch about their conversation.

"Alala mo?" her gaze was just fixed on his eyes. He didn't know what she meant, "Ang alin?"

"Somebody died because we tried to do this, we tried to pursue love." she said, the greatness of her suffering was showing through her tears and was evident in her voice "Sobrang tagal kong hinintay ang araw na baka pwedeng tayo na but then I found out for myself that this lifetime isn't the right time for us to have." and then she looked down with a sneer.