Franco loved him for the past three lives. Whatever he does, his strings of fate will bound to cross his lover's strings, at any time, any situation, at any remaining lives he has.
But what if their encounters are always on the edge of being star-c...
Oops! Questa immagine non segue le nostre linee guida sui contenuti. Per continuare la pubblicazione, provare a rimuoverlo o caricare un altro.
Fifteen years ago, I have lived my life like I'm one of the clouds resting in the sky — my world is too easy and laidback.
Kinagat ko ang hawak na garlic bread at sinimulang basahin ang pinaka-unang entry ng kasalukuyang buhay ko sa journal. My third life.
It was written during my last year in college, back in the time when I was naive and completely clueless of what love is, kahit pa'y sa mga nagdaang buhay ko ay nagmahal ako. I remember I was twenty-one back then. Too young for everything.
As Franco Lingat, I needed to adjust my memories from the past. Hindi ko pwedeng dalhin ang emosyon ko bilang Amelia at Luisa sa sarili ko ngayon.
I am aware that those two are both different individuals, they don't define who I am right now. Ngunit sa oras na binabalikan ko ang nakaraan habang binabasa ang journal entries, I automatically felt them inside my soul, like they are with me all the time.
Kumpara sa marangyang buhay ni Amelia at ang masalimuot na realidad ni Luisa, mine's just right. The boat seems sailing smooth, so far.
Not until — as if by chance — I met him. Again.
I proceeded to a certain page in one of my third life's chapters. The moment I read the passages it was as if I am repeating the whole scenario like it just happened yesterday
"You're here." Bulong ko nang mamataan ko siya sa harap ko
The street lamp is the only thing that gives light on us. Madilim ang kapaligiran, tahimik ang langit, umaalingawngaw ang tibok ng puso ko sa bawat sulok ng lugar. Maligaya at mas mataas pa sa sinag ng araw ang liwanag ng damdamin ko
His features. . . I can see Austin and Vigo there. Only that he looked younger. Only that he's more dangerous.
I shifted my weakened gaze on his eyes.
It was a mix of both Austin's intimidating gaze and Vigo's chilly orbs. It is a beautiful olive color, but it screams dread. There was an amount of inadequacy on his orb's reflection, tila sinisigaw ng mga mata niya na may kulang sa kanya.
"Isang salita pa or else I'll shoot you." His gun was pointed on me
Ilang metro ang layo namin sa isa't-isa at tanging ang ilaw mula sa lamp post lang ang nagbibigay ng harang at liwanag sa aming dalawa
Is he going to kill me? Kung ganoon, ayaw ko pa.
Buong tapang na humakbang ako papalapit sa kanya. He froze on what I did. Sandalian niyang nababa ang baril na hawak at kunot noo akong tiningnan. He raised his guards up again noong pirmi niyang tinutok sa akin ang baril
Humakbang akong muli. I saw him step back. My heart fell seeing him step back.
"Anong ginagawa mo?!" He whispered in a strenuous manner
