The car gradually slowed down until it finally came to a stop. Romeo cursed under his breath, pounding the steering wheel again and again.“Are you insane? Why did you take off your seatbelt?!” He threw another punch at the wheel, eyes blazing with fury as he glared at me.“Yes! I am insane—driven mad trying to understand you!”I immediately stepped out and slammed the door behind me. My strides were long, desperate to get away from him. I didn’t care that the road was dimly lit.I just needed space to breathe. To let my heart rest—this heart that aches because of Romeo.I love him. But I no longer understand him. I don’t even know what’s going on with him.I walked faster. In my rush, I twisted my ankle, but I ignored the pain. I slipped off my heels and kept going, occasionally glancing behind me in hopes a taxi or tricycle might pass. Nothing.I’d gone quite far. Fatigue and fear were starting to creep in. The road was empty. My shoes and clutch were heavy in my hands, and my dre
"Sir Romeo!” slurred a drunken familiar voice—hiccuping. It was Roselyn.I knew it was her. Even when drunk, her voice still carried that sweetness. I immediately stepped out from where I had been hiding.“Roselyn, what are you doing here?” I asked.I didn’t like her sudden appearance, especially in that state. But I couldn’t deny the slight relief I felt. Her arrival came just in time—if she hadn’t shown up, Romeo’s aggression might’ve gone too far.“Via… Vianna May!” she whined and threw her arms around me.“My friends left me! I don’t have any money!” she slurred, collapsing her full weight onto my shoulder.“Get a hold of yourself, Roselyn,” I scolded.She couldn’t even stand properly. Her breath reeked of rotten guava.“If you’d just gone home earlier, we wouldn’t be disturbed like this!” Romeo snapped as he pulled out his phone. I knew he was booking a ride for her.Roselyn’s lips trembled, her eyes brimming as she stared at Romeo, who had his head lowered.Soon her ride arrived
"You shouldn’t have come back, Diego. You shouldn’t have stirred up those painful memories."I looked like a fool, pouring out all my pain to the cold bathroom wall in front of me. I didn’t even mind the freezing water continuing to fall over my body, soaking me through.“Vianna May, what on earth are you doing?!”Mom suddenly appeared. She turned off the shower and held my shoulders, turning me around to face her. My eyes met the sorrow in hers.“I know it hurts to remember the past. It hurts me, too, sweetheart, because I’m the reason we ended up in that situation. I was foolish… blinded by a love that was already wrong!”“I’m sorry, Mom… because of me, those memories came rushing back again,” I said, eyes downcast.“It’s not your fault. We both knew this day would come. Sooner or later, we’d be forced to face those painful memories—no matter how hard we try to forget.”She smiled, but her eyes still shimmered with unshed tears.“What matters now is that we’re no longer the same peo
YEAR 2009 (continued)"Vianna May!" our neighbor called out, breathless and visibly distressed. "It’s your Mom!""What happened to Mom?" I cried, my voice trembling. I clutched Diego's hand tighter."She was rushed to the hospital! Go to her—now!"We immediately flagged down a taxi the moment our neighbor told us which hospital she was taken to.I couldn’t stop crying the whole ride. The guilt gnawed at me. If I hadn’t done what I did earlier, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.If I hadn’t left... maybe I could’ve done something. Perhaps I could’ve protected her—from that monster I called my father.The taxi hadn’t even come to a full stop when I threw the door open and jumped out, leaving Diego behind. I rushed to the information desk, frantic, tears streaming down my face as I asked where my mom was. The nurse could barely understand me through my sobs."Vianna May, calm down," I heard Diego say gently behind me. "What’s your Mom’s name?""Violita Meranda," I choked out, still in te
YEAR 2009 (continued)My quiet reflection was interrupted by laughter echoing from the pool. Some of my classmates, members of the school’s swimming team, were splashing and playing, full of energy.Among them was Diego, my classmate and secret crush. He was the one reason I could still find a smile despite everything.Just seeing his handsome face, flushed slightly from the sun and exertion, brought me joy. Especially when he’d glance in my direction, those fleeting moments warmed my heart.After class, I always lingered around the pool—to watch him from afar, unnoticed.I stole one last look at Diego before standing up and walking away, carrying the image of his face with me, along with a faint smile on my lips.I walked home slowly. If I had anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t even think of going back to that house. But I didn’t. My grandmother hated us, too. If my grandfather were still alive, he would’ve taken me in with open arms.Unfortunately, he was long gone, and I was left with
My whole body trembled with anger, frustration, and pain.Tears blurred my vision as we walked through the gate. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.It felt like I couldn’t breathe.“Sweetheart…” Mom whispered, wrapping her arms around me.My arms hung lifelessly at my sides. I couldn’t even bring myself to hug her back, even as she silently cried with me. She knew it wasn’t just Erna’s cruel words that broke me—it was the memories. The memory of my worthless father and the pain he caused, not just to me, but to Mom, too.“Vianna May… Violy… Come inside,” came Chona’s soft, hesitant voice. We hadn’t even noticed her following us.She gently guided us into the house and helped us settle onto the sofa. Without another word, she fetched us a glass of water and handed one to each of us.“Thank you, Chona,” Mom said hoarsely.I sat between them, feeling the weight of their concern. Both of them placed their hands on my trembling back and shoulders, comforti