The Summer We Never Had (COMPLETED)

Chapter 00: Introduction

"So... what do you think, Ate?" May pag-asa pa rin sa boses ng kapatid ko.

"You know that you can do everything that you like as long as you're not overdoing it, right?" kalmado kong sagot kahit gusto kong umapila sa mga pina-plano niya.

Napalitan ng ngisi ang iritado nitong mukha atsaka ako hinila papalapit sa kaniya. "You're the weirdest and the best, Natsumi!" she said, imitating our Papa's voice. Tumawa na lang siya at ako naman ay napangiwi, pinipigilan ang pagtawa.

"Tantanan mo ako, Seika," saway ko at pabiro siyang tinulak. Tumayo na ako mula sa prenteng pagkaka-upo sa sofa at dumiretso sa hagdanan.

"Going upstairs already?! It's only 7!" reklamo ni Seika na hindi ko na pinansin pa. Dire-diretso na lang ako paakyat sa taas at nagtungo sa kwarto ko.

Pagkasara ko pa lang ng pinto ay agad dumampi ang malamig na simoy ng hangin sa aking balat. Agad kong napansin ang naka-awang na sliding doors sa kwarto ko, daan papuntang terrace. Lumapit ako rito saka umambang isasarado ito.

Napahinto lamang ako nang matanaw ang isang lalaking nasa terrace din, sa katapat na bahay ng bahay namin. He's wearing a gray sleeveless shirt which reveals his toned arms. He's leaning on the railings, slightly looking down on the road.

Napakunot ang noo ko nang mapagtantong hindi siya pamilyar. Lumabas ako papuntang balkonahe, tahimik siyang pinagmasdan. Who's this man? May bago na palang nakatira sa tapat ng bahay namin? The old hag had left. Should I be happy?

Babalik na sana akong muli papasok ng kwarto nang mag-angat ito ng tingin sa akin. Since there's a lamp post beside their house, kitang-kita ko ang kabuuan niya. Hindi ko lang alam kung kita niya rin ako nang malinaw dahil patay ang ilaw sa kwarto ko maging dito sa terrace. The only thing that lights my presence is the brightness that is coming from the moon.

The guy waved his hand on me, the other elbow is still on the railings. Napataas ang kilay ko. He doesn't look like who'll approach first. Napatitig na lang ako sa kaniya.

"Hi!" he shouted then waved again his hand, but this time, merrier.

Napangiwi ako dahil hindi ako sanay makipag-interact sa mga tao. I suck at socializing. Milagro na lang na nagkaroon ako ng mga kaibigan kahit papano.

"Hi! Yuhooo! I'm Haru! You are?!" he introduced himself, waving his hand higher. Nakatayo na siya ngayon, wide smile is plastered on his face.

Of course, I won't tell my name. Iniisip ko pa lang na sisigaw ako ay napapagod na ako. My average voice won't reach his eardrums. Nanatili lang akong nakatayo at pinagmasdan siya. Hinihintay ang mga sasabihin niya, kung meron man.

"Are you really that quiet and cold?!" sigaw niyang muli ngunit lalo lang kumunot ang noo ko. Ano bang problema nito? Umirap na lang ako bago napagpasyahang bumalik ulit sa kwarto ko.

Dalawang hakbang pa lang ang nagagawa ko nang sumigaw ulit siya. That made me stop and think, even I find it very nonsense.

"You know what, I've dreamt of you last night! You were crying! And I asked you what was your problem, you just slapped me real hard! Then the next thing I knew, I was already awake!" pagku-kwento niya, mas malakas na ang boses ngayon kumpara kanina.

Nagtahulan ang mga aso dahil sa lakas nito pero natawa lang siya. What a weirdo! Gumawa pa ng kwento para lang makipag-usap sa'kin. Alam kong hindi ako magaling makipag socialize pero ang pangit naman ng strategy niya makipagkilala.

Inirapan ko na lang siya at tuluyan nang pumasok sa kwarto. I closed the sliding doors and covered it with the thick curtains. I also pulled down the blinds of my windows. I switched my light on and went on my bed.

I was about to lie down on my bed when I suddenly noticed something is missing. Agad kong inisip kung ano iyon at napatango nang maaalala ito nang mabilis.

I opened my drawer and grabbed the dreamcatcher necklace inside it. I wore it immediately and kissed it before finally lying down on my bed.

Sandali akong tumitig sa kisame, ang problema pa rin sa plano ko tuwing summer ang nasa isip. Hindi ko na mabilang kung ilang beses akong napabuntong-hinga bago pumikit.

Tears rolled down on my cheeks as an image of him flashed when I closed my eyes.

No going out of the house means...

No chances of paying him a visit.

No paying him a visit means punishment.

Punishment means aching everyday.

Aching everyday won't help me get over the things I should get over.

Being stuck with it is hell.

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This is a work of fiction. Everything that is written in here came from the fusion of my boredom and imagination.

All rights reserved. Plagiarism is a crime.

Expect a lot of errors. Expect imperfections.

Note: I'm happy that you decided to pay time for my story! I'll surely do my best. I'm just not sure if you'll like it but I put my heart on this. I would be glad if you let me know your thoughts but I would highly appreciate if you're a silent reader. Sometimes, silence is much preferable one!

There's only one thing I demand and that's respect! (I know we need to earn respect but I also know that being mature screams respect in every corner! I hope you give it to me and I'll do the same thing! Happy reading!)

P.S. I use japanese names for my characters! Hehe❤️

One of the OST in this series is "Dreamcatcher" by Gfriend! Hope you like it!