After hours of travelling, we arrived in front of the studio. Until now, I couldn’t believe that Celine came back without scratches or bruises. It’s not that I am not happy that she returned safe, it’s just that she went there alone and I’m certain that there were a lot of people there. I didn’t ask her where she came from, as I’m only judging based on what Polius had told me last night. We stayed quiet inside the car. No one dares to speak, and it’s sort of deafening in my ears. Awkwardness can be felt, and it’s something that I can’t avoid. I saw in the mirror that Celine had fixed herself by putting the strands of her hair at the back of her ear before starting a conversation with us two. “I thought you were eager to go home, and yet you’re still here, unmoving.” No word comes after that and silence is back. I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels the discomfort of staying here, but there’s something that stops me from going inside of the studio. I still have questions that ar
I kept running and running. This feels like it happened before when John chased me when I saw him doing something in their room. I didn’t give too much thought to what I was currently feeling as the adrenaline in my body is still high. I need to escape. I’m not ready to die. The whole place looks like a maze, and I’m not sure what path I should take. When I arrived at the front of the intersection, there were three paths, and I had no clue which way would lead to outside. I decided to go to the center and sprint as fast as I could. It’s dark and I can’t see where I am going. Maybe I chose the wrong one. Should I go back and choose either of the two left? But I think I’m already in the middle part of this path and I don’t think it’s a good idea to go back. The truth is, I’m afraid that Mr. Manore is there and will completely out of his madness and do something to me. I was losing hope as I continued strolling, and that hope was lightened when I saw a light coming from one of the doors
Josito Lapoer is the owner, and he’s currently in his 70s. He’s also the first member of the allegiance. He loathed the government as it was the reason he lost his mother and wife. Wait a minute, if he has a wife, then why did she write a love letter to Sarah? I don’t understand. Well, I’m not in the place to judge his love life. I flipped to the next page and I saw a family picture inserted. I picked it up for a closer look. It’s two girls, and I bet the man hugging the woman in front is Josito. I turned the picture over to see its back and saw the names of the people included in the picture. Martina Lapoer, Sarah Lapoer, Josito Lapoer, and Martino Lapoer. The girls looked identical. The older woman looked like Sarah, and the younger one is also Sarah. The resemblance is there, and at one glance, you can tell that they’re related. There is a note in the bottom part of the picture, but I couldn’t understand what it said. It’s in Latin again. It says, "Somos uno y no podemos separarnos
Maybe a lot of you are thinking that my life is a series of déjà vu; nothing’s new and the same nightmares are happening. I don’t want to admit it, but I think you’re all right. From the very beginning, when I left home because I thought they hated me... it was a failure of judgment, a misjudgment that I wish I could turn around and do the right thing by asking them what the reasons for their hatred of me were. Even though I already talked with Papa, I don't think we've already settled the thing going on between us. We're still distant, but I'm happy that we've talked after my disappearance in their lives. I heard the coldness, but still he talked to me without getting mad, and that made me happy. Celine... my gorgeous older sister. I am buoyant that we've already made up. It filled my loneliness for all these days that we'd fought. As expected, she filled in the gaps in my frail heart. It's true that you'll think about the happiest moment in your life when you're at the edge of the r
When I was slowly regaining my mindfulness, the first thing I heard was the scream of the people around me. A mixture of undefined and metallic sounds were mixed into one, and it was causing my ears to hurt. My blurry vision wasn’t helping at all. My head still hurts, and I think that’s the main reason why I felt nauseous at this point. I tried to get myself out of the chair by moving to let the rope loosen. I know it’s a waste of energy and time, but it’s the only thing that I thought of to help me out from being tied. My fingers were still hurting and some of the blood had already dried while it was still dripping from them. I saw no one here, and it’s giving me second thoughts on what really happened when I was unconscious. Did someone come to save me, or is this just a part of my dream again? I don’t know how to distinguish reality from a dream anymore, because they are both the same to me. It’s a combination that resulted in a nightmare. I am timorous when I’m starting to realize
He left after I said that. I don’t know if I should be thankful or what that he obeyed what I told him. What happened in the past is still a puzzle to me. I don’t even know if what he said was true or if he was plotting something. After what happened to me, I am starting to doubt everyone, even myself. I have no control over it when I’m with someone that makes me lose my ability to manage myself. I know it’s absurd, but it is kind of true. I took a deep breath and got up from the bed. I want to have fresh air to breathe. I’m too used to the smell of four-cornered rooms. I want to be free. I want to have the liberty that I thought I would have when I came here. I went to the stand where my dextrose was hanging and decided to go outside of the hospital. This looked like a private one, and I know the bills would be higher than my savings. I shrugged the thought off and leisured myself with the freshest of fresh air here. I sat down on one of the in-built benches. I picked the one that is
I felt good after the talk with Maria. She’s so cute and nice at the same time. I know she will be a good woman when she grows up. Her mom called her when she was in the middle of telling me what happened when she was in her preschool classroom. She has a crush on her male classmate, and she told me to keep it a secret. I played with it and said that I wouldn’t tell anyone. She was happy when I said that. She started talking about how her male classmate kissed her on the cheek. She also told me that it was her first time and she was already feeling giddy by just thinking about it. She waved her hand as a goodbye gesture. Her cute little fingers are adorable! I want to take her home and put her in my pocket every time. I can’t contain her lovely smile. It provides me with the comfort I seek. Even though I was sad to see her doing a little hop towards her mother, I continued to wave my hand. It’s my first time talking to a child after a while. It felt new and old at the same point. The
“How can I be sure that you won’t do that? I mean, as you’ve said, you’re one of them. I am not dumb to trust my enemy, Taddeio.” I don’t want to regret my decision. I want to know everything before making one.“I’m not asking you to trust me, Cai. Because even if you don’t, I will still be by your side. You'd won me even in the past and you still have me now,” he said, staring intently into my eyes.I can’t afford to rush my decisions or make one when I’m still at the height of my emotions. It won't be a radical and rational action. Should I believe him? No, Merchaiass. He betrayed you. But where and when? Did he really betray me? I mean, he doesn't have any obligation to tell me everything, right? But he should, as he said that he liked me even before. "Am I good to be discharged?" As I was looking at my arm where the needle went through, I asked him. I was too tired to walk and asked the nurse about it. "Y-yes, but you should stay here first. It's advice from the doctor himself,"