I'm putting a song in this chapter.
"Song lyrics"
(Translation)
I hope that's okay. Also, let's pretend that gramophones back in the day played 1hour playlists like they do today ahaha
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Sunday afternoon. Mass has ended. And it was raining.
The day had started a little bit gloomy. It matched Y/N's tired state.
She silently cried herself to sleep beside her little brother and was woken up by both of their sobs.
She hated how he didn't want to leave her side. She hated how she'd catch him staring up at the faded mark on her neck when he thought she wasn't looking. She hated how he became so meek and almost scared to touch her.
She hated everything that happened after she told the awful memory.
The uncomfortable silence. Her friends not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. Tia Julieta and Tio Agustin absolutely speechless.
Y/N knew they didn't want Mirabel and Camilo to hear because it should've been something that "only the adults should know".
She hated how even after they left, the silence in their home still stayed, only broken by her brother's silent sniffles.
She hated how her friends would steal glances at her during the mass and give her awkward smiles before giving away.
Y/N hated this, Y/N hated that.
Y/N was just...tired.
She didnt want to think. She didn't want to remember. She didn't want to close her eyes and see everything she didn't want to see. She didn't want to wake up crying anymore.
She didn't want to see, she didn't want to eat, she didn't want to cook.
She didn't know what she wanted right now...
Well, actually she did. But she knew she'd never have that.
The song on the gramophone changed. It was a song that was all too familiar, and she hated it.
"Nakadungaw sa bintana
Pinagmamasdan ang pagpatak ng ulan"
(Looking out the window
Watching the rain fall)
Funny how the most possible thing in her long list of wants, that could happen right then and there: to sit in the rain, was being sung to her in the song her brother wrote.
"Inaalala, mga sandaling ika'y kasama
Sa mundong hindi tama"
(Remembering, all the moments I was with you in this wrong world)
She wanted to feel the cold gush of wind as she ran through the droplets. She wanted to scream with the downpour, and stomp on the muddy puddles.
She wanted to feel the wet stones of the streets as she ran around barefoot. She wanted to feel the weight if her clothes sticking to her body, no matter how much she'd shiver.
"Di maiwasan na muling buksan
Sa isipan ang ating
Mga nakaw na sandali na nananatili pa rin"
(I can't help but think about our
Stolen moments that still stay)
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