NOTE: My Work of fanfiction inspired by Kwin J's CRESIA LOPEZ
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Lucresia Lopez looks so elegant in her crowned fixed hair with loose strands on its sides. I parted my lips looking at my long lost best-friend. It's been five years since I haven't seen her. It's been years but her parents always celebrate her birthday in their mansion. It's her 30th birthday party today and seeing her alive and happy is like a wish granted from above. Like luck is always with me.
Her soul is showing. Passion across her face matches her long nude gown. Its turtle neck made her conservative along with the long sleeves and covered front. But its back is way too revealing. The slit from her hips is the reason why her right long leg can be seen as she dances together with the rhythm of her violin. Nudity. It is her theme. The nakedness of her soul which sent chills down my whole. The naked soul allows everyone to see her boldness, beauty and most of all gentleness.
Lumipad ang kamay ko patungong bibig at kumawala ang luha ng pangungulila. Siya nga si Cresia . Walang duda. H-hindi siya namatay.Like Sands in my hourglass , she escapes too fast The tighter you cage her in your hand The faster she'll slip away and run Like waves above the sand Never ruled as no one can Always dancing to be freed Cresia is indeed untamed
But ...Ibinaling ko ang titig sa harapan ko. There he is , with his jaw drops and wide open eyes. Tila hindi makapaniwala sa babaeng nasa harapan niya. Hindi siya kumurap kunyari ay takot na maulit ang dati. Ang mawala ang babaeng nasa harapan lang niya... He let her out of his sight before and focus to another one , resulting to Cresia's tragic kiss of death. Gino's hand traveled to her lady's waist. As if regaining back his nowhere to be found sanity. Heather is her name. The woman she loves most. I hated them before but they weren't the one who pulled the trigger.
More so, he blamed himself for her death.
Cresia is always Cresia..Before she meet him.The Prince Charming who she needs...The Prince Charming who has another Princess.The man who pushes her to her own graveOr that was what I thought? Because looking at her right now..I'm terribly proud.She was able to save herselfAnd come back bolder like a raging wave .
I sob harder than anyone out there who cries seeing her. A gentle embrace lessens my pain. " Baby, stop crying ..." Raj soothing voice whisper into my ears replacing all my sadness of longing within as the tune of violin stops .
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