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FORTY-SEVEN

Autor: Red Auza
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-26 00:42:56

"Do you love him?" Jr asked quietly, making me offer a subtle, melancholic smile.

"Yes, even though I know I still have feelings for you. Even though he's no longer by my side right now, I know I still love him. It might not be as deep as what I feel for you, but my love for him is real," I confessed honestly.

"His care for you just clouded your feelings for me. But Mia, I know that if you truly listen to your heart, it's still choosing me," he said with quiet confidence.

"Do you still love me
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  • Before You Became a Memory   FORTY-EIGHT

    I was wearing a yellow floral dress while waiting for Dylan to come out of his cell. I was sitting in the corner of the waiting area here in the prison where he was detained. He had been here for four months now, and it had also been almost four months since I made a decision that I knew would be for the good of all of us. And the reason I was here was to say goodbye to Dylan.I asked Uncle Pao for help so I could visit without any trouble. The City Jail was very strict regarding drug cases, and since I was a woman, it wasn't impossible for other jail guards to target me. I followed everything Uncle Pao told me to do, which was why being able to visit wasn't easy for me.Shortly after, I saw Dylan coming in with a police officer, entering the waiting area. I also saw them remove his handcuffs.Dylan looked around, so I raised my hand so he would spot me right away. When he noticed me, he walked toward me with a broad smile."Mia," he greeted as he approached, pulling me into a tight e

  • Before You Became a Memory   FORTY-SEVEN

    "Do you love him?" Jr asked quietly, making me offer a subtle, melancholic smile."Yes, even though I know I still have feelings for you. Even though he's no longer by my side right now, I know I still love him. It might not be as deep as what I feel for you, but my love for him is real," I confessed honestly."His care for you just clouded your feelings for me. But Mia, I know that if you truly listen to your heart, it's still choosing me," he said with quiet confidence."Do you still love me even though I'm no longer the Mia you once knew? Even when I'm so far removed from the girl you fell for?" I asked."Yes. Because even when I was abroad, I realised I loved you for who you are—not because I saw Adeline in you, but because you are Mia, and you were the one constantly on my mind, far more than Adeline ever was. Seeing you again only proved it to me further. Because even though your style, your attitude, and your demeanour have changed, you are still the Mia I fell in love with."I

  • Before You Became a Memory   FORTY-SIX

    I sat quietly in Mum's garden, gazing at her plants. I noticed the roses were beginning to bloom, their petals slowly unfurling alongside the other flowers.I took a deep breath of the fresh morning breeze, closing my eyes as I released a long sigh, reflecting on the memories of the past—both happy and painful."Mia." I turned around at the sound of my name and saw Jr standing behind me, holding two taro-flavoured bubble teas. I looked at him and gave a brief nod, gesturing for him to come closer."For you," he said, handing one over."Thank you," I said, offering a small smile."Mind if I sit?" he asked, pointing to the chair across from me."Go ahead, it's free."Once he sat down, he placed his drink on the table. I reached into my pocket for a cigarette, but upon checking the pack, I realised it was empty. I set the empty pack and the lighter on the table.Perhaps it was time to gradually quit smoking altogether. I had only taken up the habit because I was constantly around Dylan—a

  • Before You Became a Memory   FORTY-FIVE

    When I woke up, Jr had his arms wrapped around me, fully awake and gazing down at my face."Morning," he greeted softly. I quickly sat up and checked my wristwatch. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you.""It's fine," I replied, standing up hastily. "I'm going to head out now since you seem to be feeling better.""Won't you stay for breakfast first?" he asked."No need.""Thank you for taking care of me." I offered him a faint smile and was about to walk out when Aunt Teresa pushed the door open from the outside."Jr, it's good to see you're feeling better—" She paused mid-sentence, turning her gaze toward me. "Mia, someone is looking for you downstairs. He said his name is Dylan."I cursed silently under my breath, trying hard not to show it. Dammit, Dylan had explicitly told me to stay away from Jr."I'll come down with you," Jr offered."Don't worry about it; I'm fine." But he ignored my refusal and headed downstairs ahead of me, leaving me no choice but to follow.When we stepped outside,

  • Before You Became a Memory   FORTY-FOUR

    Only two days remained before Dylan was scheduled to enter prison as agreed upon. It was almost funny to think about—how most people are terrified of going to jail, yet my boyfriend had his entry and release dates marked on a calendar. All of this was for the promotion of the protector guarding us drug dealers. A higher rank for the protector meant stronger leverage for the dealers.I wanted to laugh at the justice system here in the Philippines. Those in power blatantly played with the lives of ordinary people. They were all the same, and you never really knew who actually cared. I wasn't generalising everyone, but this was based on everything Dylan and I had experienced and the people we had met.I was hanging out at Mum's shop to cool off while watching the plaza. A large crowd was still idling about even though it was late. Some were playing games, others were chatting, and couples were being affectionate with one another."Mia, do you want me to top up your drink?" Marla asked me

  • Before You Became a Memory   FORTY-THREE

    I went straight to his rented place, but I didn't find him there. There was no sign that he was inside or had even stopped by recently. I tried calling him, but he wasn't answering. I shook my head, though part of me couldn't help but smile. The idiot was definitely jealous, which was why he was throwing a fit. And here I thought he wasn't affected by Jr at all. Yet he was acting even more dramatic than I ever could when jealous.I tried calling our fellow pushers as well as Lax to ask if Dylan had dropped by their places. But they all gave the exact same response: "No, Dylan has not come by here."I wasn't overly worried because I knew that even though he was crazy, he never did anything to put himself in real danger. He was far from reckless with his decisions.I was about to call Uncle Pao to ask when the door suddenly opened and Dylan walked in. When he saw me, he merely looked my way, grabbed a set of clothes, and went straight into the bathroom. When he came out, he was dressed

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