Those Blurry Lines

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Jackson

I closed the laptop and leaned over my swivel chair. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes.

Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ba ako sa pagdating ni Jackson sa Paris. He said he'll be back next week. He's also staying in the same building.

Kanina nga, nung papunta na ako sa work, lagi akong lumilingon at baka magkita kami. I hoped for it... but I did not saw him.

I pressed the intercom. Seconds later, Liz came inside my office.

"Oui, Madame?" she asked. She has a tablet in her hand.

"One black coffee, please."

"Okay..."

Ilang minuto pa ay bumalik siya na may dalang mainit na kape. She placed it in my table.

"Oh," she said. "Your keychain is not here anymore."

Bobby... it has a name now, and it's Bobby.

Tumango ako. "Yeah."

"I noticed it every day, Madame. It must be special to you."

I badly want to throw sarcasm at her face, but I just smiled at her. Nung tumalikod na siya ay kaagad ko siyang tinawag.

"Liz..."

She faced me. "Yes, Madame?"

"Uh..." Pinaglaruan ko ang pen ko. "I heard about your lover, the other day, he sent you a flower right?"

She hid a smile and tucked a hair behind her right ear. "Yes, Madame."

"C-Can I ask you something? Are you in love with him?"

She was shocked. Maybe she did not expect that her CEO would ask her about rubbish things like this. Nagsimula tuloy akong mahiya.

She awkwardly laughed. "Uh, he's my crush for so long. So, I think I do..."

"Just because he's a crush?"

She shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I couldn't explain it, but I think it's love when you can be who you are with the person. It's love when there's acceptance."

I licked my lower lip. Inisip ko iyong sinabi niya. Through the years, I've been blinded by anger and hatred that I forgot about the wonderful things in the world.

Is it really love when there's acceptance?

I sighed as I called Maggie to order some flowers.

"Para saan po 'to?" tanong niya sa kabilang linya.

"Send that to my mom," sabi ko habang naglalakad papunta sa elevator.

Noong nakaraang araw, narinig ko na na-discharge na raw siya sa ospital. She's old so the wounds would be a hassle to her.

"P-Po? I never... heard about her from you, so-"

"Jeanny Morales. I'm sure you can find her. Ask my dad or someone. Send a bouquet for her."

"Sige, po..."

Habang nasa taxi, I looked outside. The snow is falling and there are some snow trails on the road. Paris is starting to be white. From the roofs up to the streets.

I started to think about what Liz said. Acceptance is a huge thing.

With the relationship I have with my mom, I was never contented. Gusto kong yakapin niya ako, i-comfort niya ako, o gawin ang kung anong kayang gawin ng isang ina.