Ano ba naman 'tong dalawa na 'to?
It's too obvious they like each other. Everyone already noticed it. Sila na lang ang clueless sa nararamdaman nila para sa isa't isa. They're too hopeless!
Napailing na lang ako. Hindi ko na siya kinulit pa. I'll just plan something again after the festival. For now, I just needed to focus and make sure I didn't mess up later.
The day went on like any other day. Pero may isang problema-Luna.
She was unusually late. Hindi siya ganon. She was always early for club meetings, lalo na ngayon-she was the most excited for this.
Baka naman...?
Napailing ako. No. Nothing bad happened. I forced myself to think positively. Paulit-ulit kong sinabi sa sarili ko. Even told my bandmates na baka napuyat lang si Luna. Mas posible 'yon kaysa sa kung anumang naiisip ko.
Time passed. We kept preparing, kept waiting. Pero hindi siya dumating. We performed on stage without her.
Nagawa naman naming gawan ng paraan. Wynther ended up singing, and we were all gushing about how good he sounded.
Pero lahat ng saya, lahat ng excitement-nawasak sa isang iglap.
When Ma'am Esquivel spoke, everything shattered.
"Luna is dead."
Napako ako sa kinatatayuan ko. Unti-unting nawala ang ngiti ko, parang sinampal ng reyalidad. I just stared at Ma'am Esquivel, trying to process her words-like she had just spoken in a language I didn't understand.
That's impossible. No. That can't happen. Ayos pa si Luna kahapon. Masaya pa siya... buhay na buhay pa siya.
I tried to deny it, pero kahit anong gawin ko, hindi ko matatakasan ang katotohanan. Because she's really gone.
Lahat kami umiyak. We broke down when we got the confirmation from her parents, and when I got home, I couldn't do anything but cry.
It broke all of us.
It broke... me.
Nag-alala sina Mama nang makita nila akong umiiyak, and to ease their worries, sinabi ko sa kanila ang nangyari. They were saddened by the news and allowed me to grieve.
Nagkulong ako sa kwarto. Umiyak. Nagmukmok. Hindi ko namalayan ang paglipas ng oras. Lalabas lang ako para kumain, tapos babalik din agad sa loob. That became my routine, hanggang sa isang araw, nakatanggap ako ng message mula sa dati kong coach.
He told me that a university was offering me a scholarship.
Pero imbes na matuwa ako... wala akong naramdaman. My heart didn't pound. It didn't make me happy. Because it's no longer what I want.
It's not my dream anymore.
My dream was with my bandmates. I wanted to continue with them, kahit masakit pa ngayon. Gusto ko kaming magpatuloy kahit wala na si Luna. Gusto ko kaming maghilom nang sabay.
Kaya, for the first time since we learned about her death, I sent them a message. I told them we should attend the funeral together and talk about what to do next.
I also told them about the offer I received, but just as I was about to share my decision, bigla na lang lumakad palayo si Wynther. Hindi man lang nagsalita. And it annoyed me.
Nang susundan ko sana siya, pinigilan ako ni Rive.
"We should let him be for now," sabi niya.
Napalunok ako at bumalik sa pagkakaupo.
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Strings of Memory
Teen Fiction"Hating the one thing you love is a pain worse than losing it." - Wynther Fynne Clemenceau Wynther never had a dream-until he heard his father play the bass. In that moment, music became his purpose, his passion, his future. He dreamed of standing o...
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