This is the last extra chapter... for now. I'll come back and add more once I figure out what else I should write. Right now, I have ideas about the band finally taking the step to go pro—joining Battle of the Bands, performing gigs, and chasing that dream.
Anyway, the song I used here isn't mine. It's a Japanese song titled Hetakuso, composed by Centimillimental. The version I used in this chapter is the English-translated performance by Madds Buckley. I also linked the music video here, so if you're interested, you can play it while reading. No copyright infringement intended—all credits go to the original creators of the song.
That's all for now. Thank you for all the reads, votes, and comments. You guys really motivated me to write and bring this story to life.
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Notes of a Memory
"Hey."
Napatingin ako sa kanya nang tawagin niya ako.
She was still looking at the scene in front of her when she spoke again. "Did you ever listen to the other recording?"
Natigilan ako. Now that she mentioned it... I never really got the chance.
Umiling ako kahit na hindi niya nakikita iyon.
"No," sagot ko.
This time, lumingon siya sa akin, may ngiti sa mga labi. "You should listen to it."
"Is there something in that recording?" Tanong ko.
"Hmm." She hummed, as if contemplating whether to tell me or not.
Then she sighed. "Yes." Ngumiti siya. "A song."
Nagtaka ako. "A song?"
Tumango siya. "It's a song I was planning to make. I never got to finish it... but you can finish it for me." Then she gently squeezed my hand.
"So... after this dream, make sure to listen to it," she added.
Napalunok ako. My heart tightened, but I chose to ignore it.
"What's the song about?" Tanong ko.
Ngumiti siya. "...Us. About us." Mahina niyang sabi.
Nahugot ko ang hininga ko. A song... about us. Kinagat ko ang pang ibabang labi at pinigilan ang mapasinghap.
"Promise?" she said before holding out her other hand, her pinky finger extended toward me.
My heart ached, but I ignored it again and intertwined my pinky with hers.
"Promise," I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Ngumiti siya, looking satisfied, before turning back to the scene in front of us.
Inilabas ko ang recorder mula sa drawer ng study table ko at agad iyong binuhay. Dalawang recordings lang ang naka-save doon. Unlike before, this time I chose to play the second recording.
Tahimik lang sa simula—walang maririnig na kahit ano. But after almost a minute, may narinig akong bahagyang pagtikhim.
It's Luna.
She started humming. Her soft voice filled the quiet air, and my heart clenched at the sound. Unti-unting nag-init ang mga mata ko, at ramdam ko ang pagbabadya ng luha.
I let out a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in my throat.
It's still hard, even though I've decided to move forward. Knowing that she's gone. Knowing that I'll never hear her voice again—except through this recorder—is painful. Parang sinasaksak paulit-ulit ang puso ko, at wala akong magawa para pigilan 'yon.
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