Yours for century

4

Rain and wind beat against fanisha's room window. Trying to race the cold, she quickly changed into her nightgown and wool socks, then hung her wet dress on the peg behind the room door.

Farnisha is not feeling well all day she might catch a cold for her wet dress, her head feels heavy and she cant breathe clearly but she just ignore it.  She went to the kitchen where it's warm, she likes to eat cracker dipped in milk before going to sleep. As she start getting her snack she remove her hair tie,  farnishas hair is a beautiful reddish-brown and is wavy from being tucked up all day, her father loves her hair so much because it looks like her mothers hair.

She open the kitchen door and welcome the cold breeze of the air, farnisha know its too cold to went out side and get her kettle in the storage room. But she still went to get her kettle for she is craving for a warm milk.

The sorroundings are full of snow flakes and snow balls, you wont see any leaves on the trees.

Farnisha feel so sick and tired for no reason she continue walking but then suddenly fall down on her knees. she is burning and not feeling well  all day but still continue to stay up and finally her body give up on her stubbornness.

she tried to stand and reach for help but she failed and just let her body lay in the cold snow. she feel the urge of her tears to fall , no force but weakness, farnisha didnt know what to do anymore,  she cant ask for help for she is too weak to open her freezing mouth.

She slowly closed her eyes and let her tears falls down. she never thought she would die this way.

"adeenaaa! " The man who keeps her warm and let her stay in his dark castle is running towards her , he seem so frightened and afraid to lose this girl, she never saw him act this way towards her " you're burning"

he grab her waist and cope her small face. farnisha feel his cold hand touched hers, but for farnisha its the warmiest hand and comfiest thing in the world, she would love to stay sick and feel his hand all over again.

"n-nicholas"

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Inis na napa-upo ako ng magising sa isang panaginip. nanaman? bakit ba parati nalang ganito ang pananginip ko?  everytime i woke from a dream i always feel like its real and that nicholas guy is real. But clearly i knew it was just a dream, was it? — baka panaginip lang yung kanina!  sana sana sana.

inilibot ko ang mga mata ko sa buong paligid, at nakitang nasa kwarto ko na nga ako , dali-dali akong napatayo at hinawakan ang katawan ko,  diko mapigilang di mapatawa sa pagiisip na puwede ngang maging totoo ang mga bampira.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" tili ko sa tuwa habang tumatalon sa kama. akala ko talaga totoo na yung mga nangyari. agad din akong tumigil at nagtungo sa kwarto ni dad at nadatnang magulo ito at walang ka tao-tao. oo nga pala .akala ko panaginip lahat, sana panaginip nalang din yung nangyari kay dad. if only, if only its just a dream.

malungkot na isinara ko ang pinto *growwwl* ilang araw naba akong walang kain? mukhang nag-aaway na ang mga alaga kung bulate sa tiyan.

nagtungo ako sa kusina at—

"you're awake" n-nicholas? ilang ulit kung kinusot ang mata ko at muling tinignan ang lalakeng nagluluto sa harap ng stove. a-akala ko ba p-panaginip lang yun?

pa'no nangyaring nandito nako sa bahay at nandito din siya?  totoo bang bampira siya? nababaliw na ata ako.

"p-panong—"

"how what?" he asked, then face me "you think im just a shabby dream?"

gulong-gulo ang isip kung nakatingin lang sa kanya. unti-unti niyang nilapag ang hawak na kutsara at lumapit sa'kin . unti-unti din akong napaatras palayo. anong gagawin niya?