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❛ SOMETHING IN THE RAIN ❜

“and if the time comes and she asks questions, i will answer all of those. even if it means losing her forever.”

Seia’s POV Death is a painful truth. It is cruel, and of all things, it is the one I hate the most. I never wanted to die, but I am not afraid of it.

“I am sorry.” Those were the words I last heard until I felt drowning and desperately calling for breath.

In my years of existence, I was not able to see the beauty of this world. Darkness always hugs me and enters my systems. I have not seen my face, nor the people I love. The blinding light of sun, the blue, serene clouds that screams elegance and relaxing energy never met my eyes. Not until now. Because right now, I am enjoying every bit of it. As I lay down on the bed of sands, waves of memories entered my system.

��Ina, are you sure you can go there by yourself? It is quite dangerous especially with your condition.” It was Naia, my best friend. “I will be fine, do not worry. Besides, Ida will be there, too.”

What was that? Is it… another memory? I rushed to Claude and told him about the new memory that I acquired.

“Are you sure it was a memory? Perhaps you are delusional from all the thinking you are doing.” “Hey! Of course not!” I said rolling my eyes. I would never forget how we started. He was always pissed from the bugging I did, back then. I was so guilty, but I had no choice. Since he is the only one who can see and hear me. I suddenly laughed at that thought. Delusional, huh. “So, I am a delusional ghost now? You are so annoying. I thought you are one of those serious and grumpy guys, but you are the opposite.” It was very surprising when he finally agreed on helping me. He said he was doing it to empty the guilt injected in his heart. And until now, I still wonder what that is. “Seia,” “Hmm?” I looked at him. He looks serious now. “Give me more time. I will tell you the truth, soon.” [ tw // suicide, death ]

Oh my… “Really?! That means I can finally cross the rainbow bridge, right?” Wow, I cannot hide my hype now. It is finally happening. For the people I left, they thought I committed suicide, but I did not. I was not able to know my perpetrator before since I was blind. And now, I cannot cross the bridge between life and death until I know who my perpetrator is.

The next day, we went to Pansol, in Laguna. He needs to attend a party. And of course, I went with him. While settling his belongings, I decided to look around the resort. While roaming around, I saw a walking stick lying. I was about to pick it up when I felt my stomach turn cold. As if I was dreaming, I saw myself in front of my eyes. I felt the sting of a needle going inside my skin, and I heard a voice… of a man… “Please, do not do this, I beg you, please.” “I am sorry, but I need this. -- needs to survive; -- needs to stay alive. Forgive me, I am sorry.” That is when I realized, death is now dawned on me. I am dying at this very moment. And as if on cue, desperation kicks in and after that, I stopped. My mind stopped; my heart, too. I felt nothing. It was only the darkness that is enveloping my system. Claude. I need to talk to him. I was only standing there until Claude came to me. He was taken a back when he saw me, and worry is very evident in his eyes. “What happened to you? Are you okay, Seia? Come on, let us go back to the ro-”

I did not let him finish his question, “Tell me the truth, Claude. Now. I want it now.” He was silent after I uttered those words. “Seia, does it have to now? Maybe tomor-” “Yes, I want it now.” I said coldly, not removing my eyes from his. Loud thunders and splashing of rain in the ground are ruling the atmosphere. We are soaked- well, it is only him.

“It was my father. He was the one.” “W-what…? I-it w-was your… father?” I managed to utter those words, but my voice is already shaking. Tears immediately pooled my eyes and before I know it, salty drops of water landed my face. It became one with the rain, and the pain I was feeling. [ tw // mention of suicide, death ] Claude’s POV As a child growing up, I was not allowed to go out and play like what other kids normally do. I am not angry, as I understand my situation. My father would not get tired of reminding me the things I am not allowed to do so. From biking, extreme sports like swimming, getting too excited and the likes. It was boring. Growing up with this condition, I got no friends. But when Seia came, it was a rollercoaster ride in life. “Come on please, you can hear me, right?! You can see me, too!” This lady ghost is so loud. “So, what if I can see you?” I said looking straight into her eyes. “Oh, my gosh! Finally! You need to help me, please,” she said with her puppy eyes almost begging. She looks like Snow; my beloved dog. I laughed internally at that thought, “in return, I will pay you handsomely.” Oh, really. “Give me the winning numbers in this week’s lottery, then.” I said smirking.

I had been in papa’s watch since I was a kid. He is a doctor, but he always finds time whenever I need or want something. He was never busy when it comes to me. He would often say, “I will do everything for you.” When I turned 23, we miraculously got a heart donor. My family was really happy then. Especially my mom and dad. I asked him if who was the donor, and he said it was a girl. And that she committed suicide. I was not delighted with the reason why I got a transplant, but I will definitely take care of this heart and life that girl was not able to do and appreciate. Not long after the surgery, he was not in his usual self anymore. He started drinking and he was agitated most of the times. One night, he was drinking and crying while holding a folder. I got curious with him so I approached him and asked what was the problem. “I did not mean it, son. I was just desperate of saving you.” He said while sobbing. I was confused so I took the folder and saw a picture of a girl, and asked who that is. “She w-was your donor. I-I k-killed her, son. I killed her f-for y-you. S-so, you could live.” At that moment, I froze. I did not know what to do. My father had to kill somebody in order for me to live. It was unfathomable. And after his painful confession that evening, he hanged himself and took his life. He was not able to digest the guilt. I was so angry, because after what happened, the guilt he has was passed down on me. And every time I look at Seia, I can only imagine the pain she went through. So, when she came to me, I did everything I could to make it up to her. How I wish I could just embrace her and take those pains away. It was only to remove the guilt injected in my heart, at first. But along the way, I started doing it because I love her. I will never get tired of uttering and asking forgiveness above the heavens and the sky. And if the time comes and she asks questions, I will answer all of those. Even if it means losing her forever. Seia’s POV “That’s it, I… I am sorry.” He said while crying. It is not his fault. We decided to go back inside the room and there, we continued talking. He asked numerous times for forgiveness. I have imagined this moment to happen before. And whenever I imagine it, I could only feel anger and pain, making me impossible to thought about forgiveness. Yet, here I am, making amends, and giving forgiveness because of love. It is time for me to finally let go; move on. And cross that bridge. “Do not blame yourself. It is not your fault; I have forgiven your father. So, do not blame yourself, and live happily.” I said while wiping his tears. It was at that moment when the angel of death appeared; fetching me. It is time, I guess. “Claude, the borrowed time I had was a gift. Meeting you was a gift. And loving you was part of them and my choice. So, do not live in agony and misery. You have me. You have my heart. Look up when you miss me, and I will look down and guide you. Always.” I said while we hug each other tightly. “I love you”, I whispered. “It is time”, said the angel. And before I let go of the hug, he kissed my forehead, and said, “I love you.” Before I turn my back, I uttered my final words to him, “Goodbye, Claude. Thanks for the adventure. Be well.” I am Seraphina, and this is my story.

penned by patricia christianne ayuban.

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g312uzziah · 4 years ago

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❛ SPRING DAY ❜

“in the end, what will remain are the poems that he wrote in crumpled papers and stones. but the subject of those pieces will never be in his arms again.”

The fresh air mixed with mists of cherry blossom scents greeted Savic's nose the moment he stepped out of the bus. The cold breeze bid its hello to him and the flower petals that scatter across the suburbs of Changwon are bathing in delightful hues of pink. It’s spring season.

It's the fourth spring without him again. Savic thought to himself as he walked his way towards an old tree where he and his ex-lover used to spend most of their time— reading their favorite novels, writing poems, making art, or simply just watch the darkness spread into the sky while the warm breeze touches their skin. It’s one of the best years that Savic treasures up until now, for he was the one who made the best of it.

It has been years since he last felt the amusement when the spring comes. The fulfillment that used to fill his heart before suddenly disappeared like a bubble when the one whom he used to hold hands with while watching the flowers fall had cut the strings between them.

As he reached their usual spot, he sat down and pressed his back against the tree. This place might be dull for others, but it brings back a lot of flashbacks that Savic sees whenever he stares at the ceiling of his room when he couldn't sleep at night. He's hearing the soft giggles of his love whenever he listens to his dad jokes, his stories, and how his day went as if it just happened a while ago. They made a lot of memories in this place; may it be a painful or a beautiful one.

NO SAVIC, NO QUENTIN ♡

A faint smile escaped Savic's lips the moment he saw their names that they carved in here when fate was still in his favor, and in an instant, he was brought back to the past.

It was a normal day in Changwon when Savic met gazes with a tall male with emotionless stares and fair as a latte complexion near the cash registrar of his favorite bookstore. His hair was disheveled as if he just got up from bed, has a slim face, a proud nose, and monolid eyes— it was Quentin Jeon. The name that he never thought would change his life and the name that he will love so dearly.

At that very moment, Savic felt a foreign feeling that he never felt in his entire existence. Butterflies flew around his belly and his chest was pounding fast as if horses were running inside. Quentin’s features are beyond perfect as if he’s a sculpture sculpted by a sculptor, and those mesmerizing features of his’ were one of the reasons why Savic had a hard time falling asleep, for it clouds his mind every time he goes to bed.

Not long after, the guy that he met at the cash registrar of the bookstore became his lover. They were one of the happiest people in the world until it lasted. Both of them have dreams of their own, the only difference is that in Savic's future, Quentin was always there, but he wasn't in Quentin's.

I should have known at that moment. I should have known.

The day that Savic fears in his nights of sleep finally came; and that fear of his is seeing Quentin letting go of his hand to chase the dreams that he has. Savic wants to scream for him to stay, but there were no words that came out from his mouth as if his tongue was tied in a tight knot. He got a hundred words to say, but even before he could, Quentin turned his back and walked away from him.

The pain that began sitting on his chest while he recalls those memories pulled Savic back to reality— a reality where there is no Quentin, just the pieces of his broken heart and the memories that they have shared.

Even if years had passed already, the wound that has been engraved in Savic's heart is still bleeding and fresh like it just happened yesterday. He wants to cry his heart out and pour all the emotions on the tree where they promised each other things. But ever since Quentin left, there were no more tears left to cry— or at least that's what he thought.

While remembering the good times, he heard a familiar voice from behind. By the smoothness and calmness of it, he couldn't be wrong about who it was.

How could he forget the sound that calmed the raging waves inside him? How could he forget the voice that silenced all the demons in his head when ungodly hours strike in the clock?

“You're here.”

How could he forget Quentin's voice?

The falling of the cherry blossoms seemed to stop and the only thing that Savic could see before his eyes are the approaching steps of Quentin. He dreamt about this several times already, but this time, it felt real. It is real.

“Quentin?” He spoke, almost a whisper. Saying his name again after how many years felt different for Savic. For a thousand days, he didn't say that name for he knows that it will tear him to pieces, and now that he finally got to say it, it seems like a needle was pulled out from his throat.

As Quentin sat beside him, the rising feeling of longing went high on the roof. He wants to engulf him in a tight hug, press his lips against his soft cheeks, and hold him in his arms again like what he used to do, but that was all he could say.

Quentin just smiled a little, fixating his gaze on the tree where their names are carved. Savic could not do anything but to just stare at the figure of the love of his life. Even if he wants to do the things that he’s been dying to do for a long time, he could not for his feet were glued on the ground.

“Have you been well, Sav?” It was the question that even Savic couldn't answer. For he, himself, doesn't know if he has been well ever since they separated ways.

“I’m fine…” He answered, gulping afterwards. “How about you? I read some of your published articles and I'm glad you achieved your dreams.” The words reluctantly came out from his mouth. He doesn't know what to feel about it for the dream of Quentin is the reason of his misery. Their goals are different, and that is one of the reasons why they had to end things.

“I am good. Things are just rough at the moment. Working at the New York Times isn't as easy as I thought.” Quentin paused, looking at him. “Did you pursue your dream job?”

He still remembers my dream job, after all.

“I did. I'm a librarian in a private university located in the city.” Savic uttered, keeping his gaze focused on the latter. Some details of Quentin have changed, especially the shape of his body. He had sharp angles and a slender frame before, but now he’s a little bulky and muscular. But even if some of his features have changed, one thing is for certain; and that is the unending love of Savic for him.

“I knew you'd come to visit here. I come here every spring of the year, but I got no luck in meeting you. I guess today is the right timing, don't you think?” When Quentin spoke those words, Savic felt his heart drop. The softness and the adoration from his voice seemed to vanish and there's no love left.

Did he forget about me already?

“I come here whenever I miss you, Quen. Not just when it's springtime.”

“So you haven't moved on yet, have you?” Quentin's question was too blunt that it made Savic froze from where he is sitting. If there's a thing that hasn't changed from Quentin, that is his ability to read people easily, to see through the depths of their souls.

“I never moved on, Quen.” His voice cracked as he said those words. His lips are shaking. “I never did.” Quentin's response is a knife that dug into Savic's heart.

“Sav, forget about me. You know I'm never coming back.” It was just a few words, but it was enough for Savic's hopes to be thrown out of the window. The shredded hopes have been shredded once again that he might have a hard time picking them up. He waited for Quentin to come to this place, but this isn't the scenario that he wants to experience. He wants to feel Quentin's warmth again, but he was served by a cold bucket of pain that freezes his whole being.

“Let's move on, Sav. It's been four years, let's not prolong our agony.” Quentin's voice was cold and rigid as if he’s just talking to a stranger. Savic couldn't seem to feel the gentleness that he used to show him, and the eyes where he used to find peace with are now just dull and empty.

“Quen, I waited for you... I was hoping that we could spend the future together, that you'd choose me over your dreams. I was hoping Quen, but you didn't.” Savic said between stammers. The words came out like a silent form of a scream. He wants to shout, but he couldn’t.

“I never asked you to.” As Quentin spat those words, Savic felt a sting coming from his chest. If his heart was being stabbed earlier, this time, the knife is being twisted. “Didn't you love me, Quentin? All those memories, those promises, didn't they matter to you?”

“I loved you, Savic. I loved you. I know you felt that.” The latter paused, looking away. “But sometimes, love is not enough.”

After he said those heartbreaking words, deafening silence encircled the place and the only thing that could be heard is the shattered pieces of Savic's heart falling on the ground. He waited for this moment for years, the moment that he'll be seeing Quentin again. But now that it happened, he wishes that it didn't.

“Help yourself, Sav. Let's just forget the pain that we have inflicted on each other...” Quentin broke the silence. “I know that I did hurt you, but you are not the only one who suffered every night. Leaving you is not easy either. Do you think it was easy for me to walk away from you? Knowing that there are nights that you stay up late thinking about me? About where did you go wrong? It wasn't easy for me, Sav. You are not just the only one who got their heart broken here, you are not just the one who continued living with a heavy heart. If my departure hurts you, how about me? How about me who left even if I didn't want to?”

Savic was trying to hold back his tears. Just when he thought that there are no more tears left to cry, that's when Quentin came into the picture and mercilessly stabbed his heart with his words.

He felt the muscles of his chin trembling, and before he could even stop himself, the beads of tears started falling down one after another.

“I was expecting you to choose me over your dreams, Quen. I know that it was your dream, but how about me?” Savic sobbed. “In my plans, you were there. But did you ever include me in your future goals? Did you ever imagine how your life would be if you stayed here with me? How our life would be if we kept on holding each other's hands without caring about the things that might come in our way because at the end of the day, we have each other?” His voice cracked as he was saying those words. Those are the words that he has been dying to tell him, the words that he wrote in pieces of paper when the tormenting loneliness attacks him during the blasphemous hours, and the words that have been kept in the pit of his stomach, waiting to be vomited out.

“If you love me, you should understand.”

“If you love me, you shouldn't have left.”

There are a lot of whys and what-ifs that are left unanswered up until now, and those questions are like a warm cup of coffee mixed with tears and regrets that keep Savic awake at night. Those whys and what-ifs are the cause of the misery where he chokes on every night.

“I'm sorry.” Those were the only words Quentin managed to say. The thought of him not wanting to explain his reasons makes Savic think that he wasn't as important to Quentin as he's important to him. He couldn't— or rather, doesn't want to fathom that maybe Quentin never loved him as much as he does, or if he did, it still wasn't enough for him to hold on.

A bitter chuckle escaped Savic's lips as tears continue streaming down on his face. Again, a bullet of reality shot him right through his chest and he realized a gut-wrenching truth; that no matter how hard he tries, even if he press his knees against the ground and cry buckets of tears, he would never be able to feel his warmth once again. Their lips would never meet again, the gaps between his fingers would remain empty, and he will continue to take the road of loneliness without a shoulder to lean on. Quentin will never be his’ once again.

In the end, what will remain are the poems that Savic wrote in crumpled papers and stones. But the subject of those pieces will never be in his arms again.

“I guess this is the end, isn’t it?”

penned by mikaella de leon.

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g312uzziah · 4 years ago

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❛ ONE-ACT PLAY : THE ONE THAT I LOVE THE MOST ❜

a leaf in the script of Yves Matthew Magtoto’s one-act play.

CHARACTERS Belladonna Carrington - The Only Daughter of the Carrington Clan Prince Edward James Cortez – The Future King of Eldervair King George – Father of Edward, and King of Eldervair Catherine Myers – Friend of Belladonna and Edward TIME The time is in the past. PLACE Kingdom of Eldervair Scene 6 It’s Dusk at the Kingdom of Eldervair. BELLADONNA, after receiving a message that Edward is in trouble, humps into her horse and rushes to the main road on the way to the castle. BELLADONNA (Reading the letter from Edward) My Dear Belladonna, I am in trouble because my Father knows now that our affair is still ongoing. He locked me up in the dungeon to punish me because of disobeying him. I am not okay because our plan to escape our families will not happen. But I will be okay if you will leave this forsaken land even without me. Leave your family and explore the world because I know that is your dream since when we are young. Love, Edward James Alexander Cortez. (SPEAKING TO HERSELF) Me and our son (holds her belly) will come to you my love, we won't let your dad to control our lives. I will find you because I will always find you no matter what happens to us. EDWARD (Packs his bags silently) I am ready to start a new life with you my love. This will be our Happily Ever After (talking to himself) (Someone knocks over the door, he does not open it. He hides all his things under the bed) KING GEORGE (opens the door) And where do you think you're going my son? EDWARD (Nervously answers) Fa-Father... I am not going anywhere. KING GEORGE (slowly goes near to Edward) You cannot hide anything from me. because I know everything... I know that you are going to escape with that Carrington's daughter. EDWARD I won't let you and the Carrington's to stop what Bella and I have. Even Our Unstoppable war with their family will not stop our love for each other. KING GEORGE (Smiles) You are wrong about that my son. Because I am here to tell you that I will not stop you and your love. You might as well invite her over to dinner here in our castle so we can talk about your wedding. EDWARD Thank you Papa! (Cries) I can never thank you and I’m glad that you have now change your perspective on what love is. CATHERINE (Lets Bella in on the castle) Follow Me, the dungeons are here on the Basement. BELLADONNA (felt pain in her stomach and cries for help.) Ugh, My Stomach Hurts. I think because I hurriedly jump into my horse. (Catherine Helps her but Bella passes out. She calls the nurse and took Bella to the Guest Room and locks her) KING GEORGE (As Bella wakes up, Edward's father waits her to go up) Good evening, Belladonna. BELLADONNA what I am I doing here? what did you do to Edward?! (shouts to Edward's Father) KING GEORGE Oh Edward? He is okay. In fact, he is waiting for you to come over, but you did not come. He thinks that you already left him. He’s drunk on his room. But now that you are here... BELLADONNA I know you hate my family, but I am different from them. Edward and I are not like you. Our love is different with your war. KING GEORGE Yes, you are right. I now see love differently... BELLADONNA What do you mean? KING GEORGE Love, with it you will do everything to protect the ones that you love. And that is why I will do everything to protect my family from yours! You poisoned his heart Bella. now his marriage and with that the entire kingdom is in danger because of your feelings. BELLADONNA I thought you already changed. you are as rotten as I thought. I wish feelings could be helped but I’m sure it can’t. KING GEORGE Of course, it can. (says with a grin) Because with what you have... that Love? that love of yours is a disease and it can be destroyed. You will sneak into his room and tell him why you're here that you do not love him anymore. BELLADONNA Or what, you’ll kill me? KING GEORGE No, What I will do is far worse. I’ll kill him with no one ever expects. Killing you would make him love you more but if I do kill him, he will die as a hero and the merger will be complete. BELLADONNA Why would you do that? He is your son. KING GEORGE He is not my son. the love of mine that I am referring to is my kingdom. Now do what as I say, and you can now leave. (Bella goes out to the room and runs to Edward’s Room she stops at the door as she listens to the conversation of Edward and Catherine) CATHERINE Stop that and move on. (tries to take away Edward’s Drink) EDWARD He left me Cath... The girl I love did not come. CATHERINE But I am here Edward and I love you. I can give whatever that Bella can give. I can give the love all you need. EDWARD But I do not love you, and I do not need you. Nothing will change my love for Belladonna. I love her more than my life and I do not know if I can continue living without her. (Catherine take advantages of the situation of Edward and kisses him.) BELLADONNA (Bella enters the room and sees them kissing. She just stares at them silently while her tears come out and run away) EDWARD (follows Bella and pulls her) I'm sorry! (he hugs Bella tightly to apologize) BELLADONNA (pushes Edward away) You are not strong as I thought. I cannot even look at you! You are weak like your family. You give up into temptation just because you are drunk?! I loved you with all my life but now I question that love. EDWARD But… (stutters) I did not kiss her. She just took advantage of my situation. You are the one that I love the most. BELLADONNA Enough with your excuses! Us? It cannot happen. Whatever we do there is no right time and right place for us. Go back to your family and marry... (Before she finishes her sentence, her stomach suddenly feels pain and leaves Edward) EDWARD What's happening to you? Are you pregnant? (Bella Ignores Edward and runs outside the castle. Edward follows her but the guards block him.) KING GEORGE Do not let that Carrington get out of this kingdom alive! Do everything to kill her! BELLADONNA (rides her horse and hurriedly goes out to the castle.) EDWARD BELLA!! BELLA!! (escapes the guard and follows Bella) (LOUD GUNSHOT) (He freezes to shock and someone knock his head and passes out.) BELLADONNA (Rides the horse and tries to outrun the knights as they fire gunshots on her and her horse and so she fell and runs over to the forest) Do not worry my son I will save both of our lives (she sees blood come out from her dress and the rain poured over the forest) My Son! Do not leave Mama we’ll still start a new life. (Looking over the skies and cried with anger) I will come back, for this is not the end and the true battle in this hell is just starting. I will avenge my son's death! All of you, you will pay. You will see the true madness and You will regret that this war from our families even started and it will never end. (FADES TO BLACK)

#ONE-ACT PLAY

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