Remember Me, Mi Amore

21

I turned my back at him. Just like the time when I saw the scene that made my heart be shattered more than a billion times. I could hear the footsteps of someone following me. I hope it was Tim and not that guy.

But all hope was gone when I heard his voice. "Anne," He called my name as his footsteps were following me. "Let me—" His supposed sentence was cut off from my ears.

I didn't want to stop but I also wanted to know the root of the reason why he suddenly stopped walking. I bit my cheeks as I stopped putting one foot after the other. Do I do it? Or do I not? If I look, I might regret it just like the last time. If I don't look, I might regret it too. It has the same weight but a very different height of circumstances.

Fuck it! I'm gonna do the other option. I bit my cheeks harder as I turned my head and my back towards the person who I hate. What I found was the reason for my head tilting sideways and my brow knitting in confusion. What the hell is happening?

My eyes caress the scene that was unravelling towards me. It was Forsythe and Timothee. They seem to be talking... Well, at least that's what I think. Does it consider to be a talk when one of them was holding the other guy's arm like trying to restraint him from his other action? Does it fit in the context of talking if one of them had the face of someone who wanted to punch the other one who was restraining him?

Because of the way Forsythe has these eyes that were darkening as each moment pass by as Timothee was holding his hands so tightly that some of his veins are showing, I'm pretty sure Forsythe wanted to get the life out of Tim's body right now.

I walked towards them. "Hey, uh..." I tried to speak but that was the only thing that came out of my mouth. When Tim realized that I was near he let go of his hand from Forsythe. I'm not sure what is going on right now.

"Ayusin niyo 'yang dalawa 'a. Sorry pumagitna ako," My eyes flew to Timothee's hand who tapped his friend's shoulder as he got away from us.

Until his back was gone. I stood there, my eyes on the ground and doesn't want to go to the person I was left out with. I stood there with feet of ice. I stood there with a hand of melting ice. What the hell am I gonna do now? I don't know. Should I talk to him? I don't want to do the first move. Should I go? That would seem rude. Should I stare at him? That's creepy. Should I look at him? That's gonna make everything awkward.

"Anne," My fists clenched when I heard his voice called my name. My heart started beating as his voice of him calling my name replayed like a broken record. "Gusto mo ba..." What followed was silence between us. "Gusto mo bang mag-usap tayo? Lalo na tungkol—"

Before another word will come from his mouth, I cut the words he was about to speak. I don't need to talk. I don't need a talk. "Hindi ko kailangan ng explanation mo. My eyes saw what it saw. I hate you because of that. I hate you because of what you did to me! Bahala ka diyan!" I said with my eyes throwing daggers at him and my mouth spitting poison. I stomped my feet and stared at him still throwing things before I walked away towards him.

When I got in the car, I was livid. My breathing was loud and it was coming out of everywhere. My head was hot as it was like that because of the statement he said to me.

"Kamusta? Okay na ba kayo?" I forgot Timothee was with me. I held my chest because of the shock that he gave me because of his sudden talking. I looked at him and held the door handle. Kasi nga nagulat ako! "Nakinig ka ba sa explanation niya?" He asked me again.

Also, do I answer him honestly? Yes, I should. "Hindi ko naman alam explanation niya," I was rolling my eyes as those words rolled off my tongue.

I saw how his expression changed. From being a normal one to a shocked one slowly turning into anger. Nevermind! His anger became truly now and that shock was gone when he suddenly tapped his steering wheel fastly but angrily. Siya din? Ano ba ang problema ng mga boys ngayon? They are always mad. To me? I don't know about that though.

"Bakit hindi ka nakinig? Nakinig ka dapat," His voice was filled with confusion and begging.

I was filled with confusion too but not begging. Confusion as to why he was saying that to me. Can't he hear himself? Also, does he not hear the things I said to him, the things that Forsythe did to me?

"Bakit ko ba need 'yun na gawin? He treated me harshly Tim! So harsh! He got me used to things the suddenly dropping that thing off like it was nothing! That hurts my feelings so much!" I explained to him while I keep pointing over and over to where my heart was beating.

He moved his head up and down. "Oo nga Anne. Alam ko 'yun kasi nakikinig ako sa paulit-ulit mong kwento. Pero hindi alam 'yan ni Forsythe. Ang alam niya lang ay ayaw mo siya at hate mo siya dahil sa paulit-ulit mo ding pag-message sa kaniya sa messenger." He explained that to me while his voice was calm like he was trying to explain things to a kid.

"Then he knows what I feel towards him!–" I pointed outside towards the place where I left that man–"Why is he not trying to tell me what he wants?!" I shouted at his face and stomped my feet on the ground. I have the right to be mad because I am mad. Everything is making me confuse.

He closed his eyes when I shouted at his face. I saw how he clenched his jaw and how he breathed to calm himself. "Kaya nga siya nandito Anne. 'Yan ang rason." I know that he was trying to calm himself too because of how his voice was trying to explain it to me.

"That's the reason? I didn't know..." I mumbled against my breath. Unlike that last time that I spoke, where I was talking at the top of my lungs, this time, I was talking at the end of my breath.

"Oo, ngayon alam mo na? Ngayon naisip mo na din ba? Na baka ikaw ang may problema sa inyong dalawa at hindi siya?"

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Kaisipan? >
tim be like habang sinusubukan pakalmahin si forsythe: forsythe, listen to me! forsythe! this is not you. LMAAAOOO
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