Remember Me, Mi Amore

29

I held the door knob. I tried to twist it in order to open, but all the strength that I had before I learned that deeply, very, devastating news, strength escaped from my system and no matter how much I traced where I left it from—to pick it up where I left of—I could never find it. No matter how much I tried.

I breathed a heavy sigh as my hands slide from the cold round metal. I walked towards the road that I was supposed to go to. While doing that, my mind wandered all the things that it could possibly wonder while my ears played the words that I heard from my father to which he muttered.

Could she possibly be getting worse? Is that for real? From what exactly is she getting worse at? There could be a lot of possibilities to that. From the smaller stakes and the higher ones. The smaller ones were, our business had gone bad. That was one of the possibilities I could think of. The high one was when she was suddenly in a hospital bed where she lays and she was getting sick and sicker every day or minute that she passes around.

The higher stake seems to make my feet wobble and make my heart clutched in pain as if someone was holding it very tightly inside my chest. As, me, myself had been in that situation too. Laying there on the white mattress while you close your eyes, never knowing if one second will pass and you will hope that, that second will be the time that you wish of waking up will be on your very path. But you know that those seconds of hope are very slim. Especially if you are getting worse like her state.

I held my chest tightly with my fingers holding my dress as if that was the heart that was making me have this unexplained but deeply shards of pain in my heart.

"Anne!" The sudden shout that echoed across the room and on my ears, made me took a jump of shock.

I looked at the person that did that. He was down in the last steps. That man had his smiles up with his eyes shining like the stars that were outside of our surroundings right now. Even from afar or while I take some steps down the stairs, I could see the emotion that his shining eyes had very proudly. It had heart-shaped all over it and yellow colours along with some rainbow too.

After I stared at his face for a very, very long time, my eyes went up next to the outfit that he was wearing. He had a window pane oxford shit and chinos that was paired with a sport coat that had neutral colour. His shirt was tucked in with a belt that just matches his outfit like a ribbon at the top of a present. He, then, wore some black leather loafers. My man has style.

"You look so dashing mister," I teased him with my smile becoming wider and my arms snaking around his waist as I planted a little kiss onto his cheek.

My smile becomes a chuckle when I saw how his cheeks that I kissed suddenly turned into a red shade, far from the shade of his skin which was pale white.

"Anne," he groaned as he said that. He likes to make that sound when I kiss him. For what reason? I don't know. "Ang ganda mo din ngayon. Hindi naman sa maganda ka lang ngayon, maganda ka palagi. Maganda ka araw-araw. Gabi—"

"Oo na. Naiintindihan ko na 'yung sinasabi mo Forsythe." I said to him. Because there he was again. Being nervous and kept talking and saying stuff. Even though I find it annoying at times, I still like it though. It just defines his character more for me.

"Let's go milady," He put out his arm and shaped it like a crook. He even bowed down like a prince gesturing his princess to take the arm figuratively.

As, me, being the princess, I did that. I wrapped my arms in his crook-like arm. He chuckled lightly because of our silliness and I did too. That's cute. We laugh over small things and silly things that we do. Like an old couple.

Forsythe ushered me inside his car. While seating there, we talked and talked about nonsense stuff. Seems like there's always a lot of stories that came out from our mouth, whether it will be stories that we already told or stories that had been untold yet. We talk about cats and all the things that tie us each other and keeps this relationship going. Which was a lot, come to think of it.