Remember Me, Mi Amore

12

After the things that happened that night, something changed.

Every time that we are together, my friends kept asking me. Over and over. The same question and the same time. It's getting annoying at times, but I always keep my cool because I understand that they are my friends and they are just concerned.

"Okay, ka lang?" Forsythe asked me as I hold the sides of my head. Seriously, this is what I'm talking about. I just hold my head and they are concerned all of a sudden. It's not like I'm gonna die just because I'm holding my head.

"Oo, stop being overdramatic," I said to him. I looked outside the window of this car. 

"Hindi naman ako overdramatic 'a. Concerned lang ako sayo," He said to me.

After that, nothing came out of my mouth. The car ride to someone's house was booming with sounds. From the snarky little remarks of everyone to the sound of laughter because of a lame joke.

I have a lot on my mind right now. Because of that, I specifically told them to not bring me in their usapan. But the amount of their love for me was overflowing. I told them that I wasn't in the mood to talk but here they are. Still bringing me and adding me to it. But it's fine because I understand that they love me. 

I would want to talk to them and fight Timothee too, but I cant. Do you guys remember the time that I find something in my father's drawer? The one with a girl's name? I tried to search for it on the internet. My head was shocked and my eyes as overblown because of what I found.

Annette de Felis. That was the thing that I searched for as it could lead me to the answers to what is happening right now. Answers that could be the key to unlocking the doors of my questions.

The waiting was long as the clock ticks by seconds and minutes. My hand started to sweat and so does my forehead too. The beating of my heart increased by a million times. The waiting for the result was keeping me over at the edge of my bed.

Until the discomfort and anticipation that I was feeling disappeared. The long-awaited result of the search was nowhere. In my eyes, my bare naked eye. So, I did what I had to do. I read the articles and everything that was on it until the moon was gone and the sun was rising again.

In my head, in my hoping head, I wished that something had come up. I wished that something could've given me an answer. Even just a little bit of an answer or maybe even just a dust. But as hope goes, it breeds eternal misery. I didn't find anything. Nothing... Just even a single bit. 

I swore with my heart at that moment, it dropped. My heart dropped and crumpled into a million little pieces as it hit the ground floor of devastation. I just hoped that this woman was connected to me. I just hoped that maybe she was my mother. Or even the one who was in my head all the time my headaches occur. Maybe she was the one who is clouded in my dreams.

That obviously led me to a dead end. 

I annoyed my father, instead. I kept asking him, over and over. Day by day. Minute by minute. Second by second. I did that. Every time that we are eating, I would ask him, 'who is Annette?'. And every time that he would answer me that, the answer was the same. 'Ask your mother', that was the usual response. It is getting annoying at this point. Palagi na lang. Every chance that he has, he would make this about her. She and her!