Jiezter froze. Suddenly he felt guilty about showing up this way, without any warning, this made it harder for them.
Late this afternoon he saw her again. His friend—his Zhayanne. At first he thought it was just a mistake but the silly teenager he knew grew up into a beautiful lady. But the smile she always had back then vanished like how she disappeared the day he realized what he really felt for her.
He looked again to her and felt the memories that flooded her mind. With teary eyes thoughts of thet summer and the days they’ve shared came back as she stared at him blankly.
“I was finally ready.” Jiezter told himself as he took a deep breath and smiled. “D-do you still remember our secrets in here?” He stammered as he gazed around.
But still she doesn’t have any emotions as she replied. “You haven’t change a bit.” He was surprised at what she said. “Let me see, I bet you’ll ask me things about our past then you’ll convince me to bring them back.” She said drily.
He never thought she would be like this. He never expected that answer. He can’t speak anymore.
She smirked. “It seems like you’re surprised. Why? What are imagining? I’ll say yes with sparkle in my eyes and say let’s bring our past and let-me-a-REBOUND!?”
He can’t take it anymore. The words she said don’t sink in him. He was crashed. “Stop saying that!” I snapped. “You’re not like that before. You’re not the Zhy I used to know.” I said with distress on my voice.
She smiled at me bitterly. “Yes. I was not the Zhy you used to know.” Then she walked away.
Leaving me again like that day…
Now he remembered the day I was about to tell her how he feel…
That night Jiezter almost killed himself by drinking lots of alcohol. Carissa, his first love was engaged with his closest cousin. How ironic life is!
“Hey! You had too much!” A hand grabbed his bottle of beer. He looked at her. She was telling me something he can’t understand.
“You k-know wh-what? You looked L-like someone I-I know.” He described that silly teenager who bugs him so much and smiled with the thought.
She sighed. “Jiezter it’s not your loss it was hers, and if you really love her you’ll set her free.”
“H-how can y-you s-say that?” he gently pushed her. “Have y-you fallen in love? No!” but he froze when she slapped him. He looked at her, with a split second he saw a tears in her eyes but fade away as she spoke. “I’ve been in love with you all along! I secretly love you! I knew you can’t love me back that’s why I kept my feelings.” She told the truth and so he pulled her close to him. As he hugged her he felt natural. As if she belonged to him. But Jiezter was too drunk and so he fell asleep.
The next day he can’t remember anything. “What happened last night?” he murmured but shut his eyes as he felt the pain in his head. Hangover. He slowly rubbed his forehead then brushed his checks. He gasped as he felt pain. “What the-” he didn’t finished his sentence when he fell off his bed as he remembered what had happened last night. Zhayanne slapped him! She confessed her feelings! And he hugged her!
He suddenly felt odd. He was torn between happiness and confusion. He was supposed to be sad because he was brokenhearted. But why was he happy knowing that his friend Zhayanne love him? He shook his head. He badly needed a sanctuary to gain his strength and regain his thoughts.
Jiezter gazed at the small door where Zhayanne went in and opened the diary she left years ago. He read again the last entry.
May 23, 2006
I love him.
But I was terribly hurt.
A song was dedicated to what I felt
“So I’m setting you free…
Let me be the one to break it up
So don’t have to make excuses
We don’t need to fight to set up where
Someone wins and someone loses
We just have to say our love was true
But it know become a lie
So telling you I love you one last time
And goodbye…”
My tears fell as I recalled the day I’ve realized how she mean to me. The day I was about to tell her ho I felt, how she mean to me. The day I was about to ask her if she’s willing to wait until we can spend our lives together, me as her husband. The day she left me.
I rushed to the door. At last I realized how important she was in my life. She was so special. She was always there for him.
I knocked.
As the door opened I plastered smile on my face. It was Dylan who opened the door. He’s Zhayanne’s eldest cousin.
“What are doing in here?” he asked loudly. Two more guys dashed to the door as they heard Dylan’s voice.
“Was that the jerk?” a skinny guy asked Dylan. Anger was noticeable in his eyes.
“Geez. Are you here to say more distasteful remarks to my sister?” Marc, Zhayanne’s younger brother posed me with annoyance.
“Forget it!” Dylan snapped. “She doesn’t need more beating especially from you.” He said with authority in his voice.
“Boys go upstairs I need to talk with the young man.” A voice came from behind. It was Aunt Meg. “I’m sorry dear, they’re too harsh on you.” Her smile gave me hope.
“I don’t know what they are talking about Auntie. Was Zhy there? I really need to talk to her.” I almost begged.
“Didn’t she tell you? She left this morning. I thought she’ll bid you a goodbye.” She assumed. My heart stops beating. She left me without telling me! She left me after confessing! I knew she wasn’t joking when she told me she loves me, but why did she leave? “I’m sorry young man. I don’t know what happened to the two of you but I want you to have this diary. It was her thoughts about the entire vacation she had in here. Goodnight” she said before closing the door.
The very same diary he was holding now. He kept the notebook with Zhy’s unchained emotions…
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