Dylan is at last alone in her room. Frances and Ian
just left. All were worried about her especially her Tita. She was too weak to
cry, too weak to even feel. She was numb looking blankly at the ceiling. She
closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep.
His loving stares at her flickered. She bites her
lower lips until it bleeds. She was wrong. She was still in pain. Tears started
to fall again. How could she escape this torment? Just a thought of him and she
was dragged back to death. She couldn’t do anything but to helplessly cry.
“Oh…girls are so stupid!” She said with despair and
anguish. Her misery is immense, beyond all bounds. If Dylan’s heart were to
burst and her, misery to flow out, it could flood.
I missed him! She woke up with that thought,
Feeling empty again. She looked around. White walls? Her room was in blue paint,
she recalled. There were familiar faces staring at her, Frances, Ian, and her
Tita. All were wearing their sadness.
“We are in a hospital.” her Tita informed her. “You
were dehydrated.” She said sounding like she’s about to cry.
She remembered. She refused to take everything,
even a sip of water. Looking intently at the IV hooked in her left hand,
Dylan’s face tightened. He didn’t
even care!
Eyes with concern were looking at her, she sensed
again. Dylan refused to speak to them. Just wanting to crawl away and hide
where no one could ever guessed at the humiliation and pain she suffered.
Green apples in basket on her left were so
inviting. With her Titas help, Dylan sat on the bed. Astonishment was in the
eyes of three being inside when she slowly reached for an apple to feed
herself. No one voice out about it. They busied themselves discussing about a
commercial showed at the plasma before them.
“I want water!” Dylan said as she tried to stand up
since no water was visible to her inspection. Ian’s anticipation to her fall
was helpful for he catch her in time.
Aunt Mardy quickly opened a bag on the couch and
passed a bottled of water.
“I want to be home.” She uttered when she finished her drink. At that,
moment she decided to quit her foolishness.
Both Frances and Ian were supportive. Ian never
failed to fetch her in school. He asked
her out. Frances
6 years have passed. She’s now an architect, Ian on
the other hand will soon be a plastic surgeon. Frances, an English professor is
very much in love with Brannon who was set to build his own coffee shop.
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This morning Dylan was
searching for the new magazine she bought last Tuesday, when she came across
with an old envelope, inside it was a file of her notes in college. She was
about to read it when a thing, seemed to be metal fall between her feet. A
ring!
“You still keep that?” Frances
“Ahmmm…No.” Dylan
reluctantly answered which made Frances
“Well, ye..yeah! But I am
planning to sell it on on Ebay.”
“After 6 years? Come on!
Dylan, I thought you’ve moved on”
“Of course I have moved
on! What are you thinking? This is just a simple jewelry”
“Seriously?” Frances
“Seriously!” Dylan
answered.
“I am just worried. You
might see him in 2 months. Brannon will tell him of course”
“Franz, I cradled this junk years ago. But, there’s no
big deal. I just forgot to throw it.”
Lhee is the wedding planner
they choose for the simple wedding by the beach.
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