JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV
His heartfelt confession leaves me no question. The place makes it even more perfect. His eyes stare at mine, which convinces me to give myself a chance to fall in love again. I want to fall in love at the right time. But is it the right time? The right person? Our hands are entangled, and I did not recognize that it teaches me something-
"Leonel... I am certain that I am learning to love you," I hesitantly speak as I do not wish to hurt his heart by my words.
"It is fine... I told you we are taking things slow. Let me ask you, do you know what's the greatest love of all?" Leonel sits beside me in the pew as I move to give him enough space.
I smile because I know the answer to his question. I put my head in his shoulder as I answer, "Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all." He nods and touches my head on his shoulder gently.
"You are right..
JOANABE (JOENABELL) POVThe clouds turn to grey as thunderclaps are roaring from the sky. A drop of water touches my cheeks as I lift my head in the sky. It starts to drizzle then, Leonel quickly grabs my hand that catches my attention back at him to lead me back to the souvenir store. We dash as it starts to rain heavily. I thought we are heading to the souvenir store, but we ended up in the tower. I hug myself as the wind blows chilly in my skin. Leonel hangs his hand on my shoulder and pulls me closer to him. I think he notices that I am feeling cold. "Sorry, I did not have a coat to keep you warm," Leonel says as his finger runs in my wet hair."You don't have to worry about it. We did not even bother to take a bath today and change our clothes." I remind him, and I chuckle because his parents did not even notice our appearance. "I mean, our clothes are not that bad." He claims with a smirk on his face, trying to tease me. "Well... It's not that I disagree," I return his smirk
THIRD PERSON POV"Joanabe?" "Joanabe?" The familiar voice calls for her in a deepwater dream that suffocating her. Her eyes dull, and her skin feels cold as she can't move a single muscle. 'WHO IS THIS?' she asks herself."JOANABE!"The man screams at her name. Then, the man pulls her out of the water within seconds. She coughs while she gasps for air. Joanabe is surprised by the man who saved her hopeless state. "You look familiar." Her eyes slowly regain its clear sight. "I think I saw you in my dreams before... Who are you?" She tells the man in a weak voice as she tries to examine. The darkness of the place is what she notices. "AM I DREAMING?" Joanabe can't see the man's face in the darkness, but she feels his touch. They are cold like icy, and she can't help it but feel terrified. "WHO ARE YOU!" Joenabe asks again in a panic as she moves away from the man in her dreams, shaking. The man stands up, and Joanabe notices that he is floating in the fog, wearing a long black c
THIRD PERSON POVYears have passed. Joanabe travels to different places. She hopes to bump her mother around the streets accidentally. She sits on a bench facing the family park as she used before. She gets lost in her thoughts, and her face is like daydreaming. "Excuse me, Miss. May I sit beside you?" An innocent angel with freckles on her cheeks asks humbly to Joanabe. Her thoughts suddenly stop to give the girl her attention. She snickers, "yes, you may take a seat." The little girls hop on the bench as she hums a song in herself. Joanabe can't stop staring at the girl, and she tries to open a conversation, "where are your parents?"The girl gets startled, and she pouts, "they left me. My aunt raises me." Joanabe feels sorry for the girl, thinking that the little girl did not deserve to be left alone under her aunt's care. Funnily, she realizes that there are people who have serious obstacles. The kid is opposite to her because Joanabe is the one who left her loved ones."Sorry
THIRD PERSON POVIn these four walls, an old and dusty store, a sound of a playing song piece on a piano is all you can hear inside these walls.F# E 'Cause you know I'd walk B F# A thousand miles A girl gracefully sings aloud with her emotions as she pressed the key-chord of the piano while closing her eyes.The sound she of her voice suits the song perfectly. The melody blends well, which surely catches the attention of any person. Like, the boy who is staring at her adoringly, hiding in the shelves."Alexandra, that child should be here!" The father screamed in hatred while pointing his finger at his daughter."Jordan! Stop saying that to our child!" The mother replied to her husband, trying her best to stop those hurtful words from her husband's mouth."She is not my daughter! I did not accept her! She's nothing but trash!" The father exclaims, throwing the vase on the table beside him while walking out of their home."Jordan! No! Co
KANE POVI am hyped to see Joanabe perform again when she told me she is participating in the talent search at La Romanina. I did not even get the chance to tell her my name or did get the chance to know the song she played in the store.I didn't even get the chance to tell her that I also joined the show but backed out because it isn't the thing that I want to do. The time my eyes landed on her performance in the shop was mesmerizing to make me stop and stare at her the whole time. She is brighter than the spotlight. The moment she opened her eyes, it was teary. I can feel her sadness. I want to know who causes those tears. Somehow I want to make her happy. It lightens the sleeping candle in my heart.The moment she walked out the door, it feels she blow the lit candle away. Now that I know where she will go. All I have to do is to go. I asked my mom to drop me off at La Romanina because I have to see her. "Honey, are you sure you did not regret backing out of the show?" My mom as
JOANABE POVI see my mom standing looking so worried afar, I run towards her to seek comfort."MOM!" I scream calling my mom while running closer to her I feel so stupid. How can I forget about her?"Joanabe! You got me so worried!" She said while spreading her hands for me to embrace."Mom, I am so sorry. I let you down. How can I make daddy proud?" as I jump on her for an embrace. I cried in her arms.*I AM SO PATHETIC*"Joanabe, you do not have to be sorry, it has nothing to do with your dad." Mom pats my back to ease the pain inside of me.*KANE? WAIT! I LEFT HIM!*I let go of my mom and look directly at the place where I went with Kane, but compare to the shop, he is not there anymore, waiting for me."Is there something wrong Joanabe?" Mom asked me, I shake my head maybe hi
JOANABE POV**KNOCK**KNOCK**"Happy sixteenth birthday Joanabe! Make a wish!" Said Cheryl, standing in front of our door while holding a white chocolate cake and of course with a note wishing happy birthday to me.Is it really supposed to be happy for me?Funny it is, it's exactly the same after 5 years.~Five years earlier**KNOCK**KNOCK**"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANABE! MAKE A WISH!" Cheryl said happily as I open the door for her wondering if it was my dad. Sadly, it was my friend that's so excited about celebrating my birthday."Cher, you know my birthday is next week," I said to her sadly, I do not want to kill her joy but I just want to remind her that it is not yet my birthday.*MY BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY I SHOULD BE CELEBRATING ABOUT, IT IS THE DAY WHEN THIS TRASH WAS BORN."*~~~~
THIRD PERSON POVIt's been a week after Joanabe's birthday after she dreamt that dream. She seats in quietly while the other students are busy chatting, vocalizing, and getting ready for their recital.Her thoughts can't help but dive deeper.That fog dream etched in her head that she cannot keep herself calm. It's intriguing her."UGH! THIS FEELING IS SO WEIRD!" Joanabe claimed, shaking her head, frustrated."You are weird, your running thoughts. You have a recital for today." Her mother said, sitting beside her in the backstage. She shot glares at her mother's comment.*WHO WAS THAT MAN IN MY DREAM?*Joanabe's mind keeps thinking about her dream, but her imaginations are interrupted by the sound of an opening door.**CREAK**She stares blankly at the person who gets inside in the preparation room."Hello students, are you all prepared for this year's recital?" Professor Melissa, the head of the music club, asked happily to the students, clapping her hands together with a confident s