Epilogue

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Lyle's Point of View

"Bakit parang nagmamadali ka?"

I looked up after hearing my bestfriend's voice. Hindi na ako nagtaka na bigla siyang nagtanong dahil halata naman na nagmamadali ako. My things were now scattered on the table because of how clumsy I am. Sa sobrang pagmamadali ko ay mas lalo lang nagkakagulo ang mga gamit ko.

"Kailangan abutan ko siya sa bakeshop nila," I said as I picked up my lipstick on the floor. Nahulog na pala dahil sa pagmamadali ko.

"Siya? May hindi ka ba sinasabi sa akin?" My eyes widened after I heard that question from my bestfriend. I mentally facepalmed myself because of the sudden slip of words. Hindi ko namalayan na ibinubuking ko na pala ang sarili ko.

"Actually, sasabihin ko na talaga sa 'yo," I said in a pleading voice. "But, I really need to go. Ciao."

At that moment, I realized that I'm qualified for the school's track and field team because of my speed, thinking that I'm wearing a 3 inched high heels. Running is the only answer since I knew my best friend would bombard me with a massive amount of questions. There would be a small possibilty to see him if that thing happened.

A wide smile was instantly formed on my lips as I entered their bakeshop. Mabuti na lang at hindi ako natraffic pagpunta sa lugar, I immediately scanned the place to see him but, I couldn't see a piece of him. Siguro ay tapos na ang shift niya. Mukhang nasayang lang ang pagpunta ko.

The sweet aroma of the cakes welcomed me as I walked towards the counter. I noticed that the cashier was different from before. Sigurado naman ako na hindi pa sila nagpapalit ngshift dahil kabisado ko na ang oras nang pag-alis ng mga tao sa bakeshop.

"One blueberry cheesecake," I ordered. I still looked around to see him while I'm waiting for my order. No luck. Siguro nga ay naka-uwi na siya. I should have moved faster to see him.

Suddenly, a familiar built went out of the staff room. My heart suddenly convulsed inside me. It's him. It's really him

It's him, with his arms circling at a girl's waist.

Endof Book 1

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