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After many hours had passed, they finally arrived at their intended location. For two days and three nights, they secured a spacious home in the charming city of Baguio. “Khali, there’s a room available.” Coach Mark was on the verge of speaking, but Brady interjected and interrupted him before he could utter a word. “How many beds are there, coach?” said Brady. Coach Mark began to say, “Four double decks,” but Brady cut him off. “Khali’s room, coach!” said Brady. “There’s just one bed,” said Coach Mark, but he didn’t finish because Brady spoke. “You can put a mattress on the floor, right?” Brady asked. “Yes, it’s a big room,” said Coach Mark, but he couldn’t finish his sentence because Brady spoke up. “Pick up your stuff,” Brady told Khali and Rye. “The three of us will sleep in Khali’s room.” “What?” Coach Mark inquired, his voice laced with surprise. “Why are you going to sleep there? There’s lots of room for people to play.” “All of us here are men, and Khali is the only w
Surprised, Khali watched as Rye and Brady returned to their rented house in Baguio earlier than anticipated. She had an intuition that they would need a night to rehearse. Her heart raced as she turned the doorknob, expecting the freedom that awaited her outside. However, her plans were abruptly halted as she looked at the two men before her. In a flurry, Brady burst into the room. She gazed upon her twin, yet he remained unresponsive. Without delay, he proceeded directly to their chamber. Her gaze shifted towards Rye, who stood steadfastly by the door before turning towards the room where Brady had just entered. Just as she was about to inquire, the shrill sound of Rye’s phone interrupted the moment. Rye gazed at her intently, retrieved his phone from his pocket, and departed without speaking. After a brief moment, Khali turned her gaze towards Rye. As he strode past her, she stood outside the house. He stood on the roadside, his gaze fixed ahead as though anticipating the arrival
Khali was startled. Unbeknownst to her, she had drifted off into slumber while in the vehicle. With a furrowed brow and a glance at her wristwatch, she felt a sense of unease wash over her. The time read a mere 3:00 in the morning, yet her mind was already racing with worry. Beside Khali lay a sandwich and a bottle of water, ready for her consumption. She, too, possessed a blanket. The identity of the person responsible for adorning her with the mysterious items eluded her, though she entertained the notion that it could have been Brady. Khali drew in a deep breath, feeling the beads of sweat on her forehead. With a quick swipe of her hand, she cleared the moisture from her skin. She awoke from a restless slumber, and her mind still shrouded in a haze of confusion. A peculiar dream had visited her at night, yet its contents remained elusive. Despite her best efforts to recall its details, the memory of it slipped through her grasp like sand through her fingers. As Khali wiped her fore
Two years passed. Khali walked down the corridor of the main building. She looked around and saw a lot of students outside the rooms and in the hallway. As she walked, she could hear and read the students' thoughts. 'Really? I want to see them all here, especially Rye. He's so handsome.' 'He is now the captain of the team, right?' 'Girls, they're coming here!' When the other students heard this, they started putting on make-up, applying lipstick, and combing their hair. Their cell phones are also ready to take pictures of the team. Women and gay students scream so loudly that no one can ignore them. Khali figured this out. Rye was someone she had known but hadn't seen in a while. It's been two years. Since Brady died, Khali's life has changed a great deal. Khali is no longer the scared woman who is afraid of a lot of people. Khali had control over her ability. Instead, she would do self-defense sports like mixed martial arts rather than sports that could endanger her life. Khali
Khali kept looking at her tangled hair in her helmet. Suddenly, she heard a voice she knew. Khali turned toward Rye's bedroom and saw him looking at her. She saw his face and was surprised and embarrassed because she caught him staring at her. Khali gave him a little smile and then went inside the house. Khali's parents currently live in Singapore. They had some business there. After Brady died, Nanay Remy looked after her. There were just the two of them in the house. Nanay Remy is sixty years old this year, and her children tell her to stop working, but Nanay Remy can't leave her. The older woman always said that if Brady was with Khali, she could go to Khali alone, but since Brady had left, Khali would be alone. "How come you are late now? I'm worried about you. I told you not to drive your motorcycle to school." the older woman said. She had a smile. "I've visited Brady, Nanay Remy." "Oh yes! Did you light a candle?" the older woman asked her. "Yes, Nay! I also prayed." Khali
Khali couldn't sleep that night, not because she had a lot of thoughts but because she was thinking about only one thing. It is all about Rye. He changes quite a lot. It looks like he feels very at ease with her. And Khali couldn't deny that she found him much more attractive than before. She remembers the last time she saw him. He is all alone and looks like he doesn't know how to smile. But when he approached her in the parking lot, he smiled and teased her. They also have a friendly conversation on the porch. When her cell phone started to vibrate, she stopped thinking about Rye. When she saw Sherlock's name on the screen, she smiled. She sent him a message earlier. She told him that she couldn't sleep. K: Hey, beautiful, why can't you sleep? K: I've been thinking about someone lately. S: That is new. K: Yeah, I even feel a little out of my depth. S: That's interesting. Who is this person that bothers you so much? K: I'm shy, but since I trust you, I will tell you. Remember t
Khali was going down the stairs, and she could still hear them talking. She came downstairs slowly. Khali wanted to hear the two talking in the kitchen. 'Why haven't you ever come to this house? Your house is just next door. You still haven't gotten over Brady's death?' - Nay Remy. 'No, not yet. It is not enough that it has been two years since I last saw the person who is almost like my brother. Nay, you probably know that Brady and I are very close. We're like blood brothers but have different parents. I'm not going here since Khali continues to avoid me. I don't want to force myself on her because I know that, like me, she has a hard time getting over the sudden death of her twin.' - Rye. 'I know it's difficult for Khali since she and Brady grew up together, nearly alone. I'm glad you're still going along with Khali. Rye Khali needs a friend. I worry about her, especially now that I'm old.' –Nay Remy. Khali couldn't help but cry when she heard the older woman's words. She sudden
"I'm glad you like hugging me!" Khali opened her eyes, and they were in the memorial parking lot. She instantly let go of him. Rye got down, and she was about to; he grabbed her hip, lifted her with all his strength, and put her down. What Rye did shock Khali? He took off his helmet and grinned at her. "You're light. You don't seem so," Rye said. "You're a nuisance!" She says. "So what do you think of me, a sack of rice?" Rye laughed at her. Khali removed her helmet and let her long hair blow away in the strong wind as he watched her. 'You look like a Barbie doll, love!' Khali was surprised when she heard Rye's voice again in her mind. She gives him a look. He smiled and put his arms around her, then pulled her closer to his body. Khali just got shocked. Suddenly, he was walking, and she was like water following a wave. Khali tried to remove his hand from her. "Can we just stay like this, please?" Rye said. Khali didn't argue. While walking to her brother's grave, most people w