Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. “Drey, wake up! I miss you so much.” I heard someone whispered through my ears. My sleep was interrupted when that someone hugged me on my bed like I was his fleecy pillow. I hadn’t yet opened my eyes but I already knew who exactly it was.  “Hmm… I miss you too,” I whispered in drowsiness. It was as if my every eyelash weighed more than it should. My head was a little bit vague too that I just wanted to continue burying myself underneath the warmth of my comforter. I was exhausted and this feeling made me want to sleep all day. I still couldn’t open my eyes so I just embraced him after playfully messing with his hair. I even placed my right thigh on top of him, imprisoning his body. “But I wanted to sleep more, Nickos. Your shoes are already in your room waiting for you,” I t

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Several days had passed in an instant. Hours went by in a blur. Tomorrow would be Aris’ birthday and I still did not know what to do. It was as if I had no options to consider. I was too bemused. It felt like hammering my head over and over again—trying to think of what else could be my perfect gift for him, aside from the sphere-shaped black-pendant necklace I had already given him. It was given to me by Uncle Jim when he saw me crying on the day I left Aris in his El Nido villa. Uncle Jim said that it was his lucky charm throughout, and the said necklace would also bring me… true love. “Take this necklace and don’t lose it, Drey. No matter what, this will take you to the right path following true love,” Uncle Jim handed me a black-pendant necklace while I was seated in the front seat of our family car. I was crying, but I found the design awesome. Securing the necklace on my palms, I was controlling my tears from falling, but those were still freely stream

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V.Stepping closer to Nickos, I almost knelt to level my height on him while gently messing with his jet-black hair. Fortunately, he wasn’t suspecting me of anything after seeing me in front of the bedroom door of our parents.Nickos was an intelligent kid, but when it came to his physique, I must admit that he was kind of smaller compared to other eleven-year-old kids. He was shy and would not easily join a peer of his classmates—absolutely an introvert.I wanted to believe that he was just a late bloomer, but Mom told me that Nickos was born with too many complications while living his first few months in an incubator. He was so tiny, and Nickos nearly died when he was just a toddler. For almost all his life, he was confined in a hospital room.My brother used to be a survivor way back then, and I hoped that he would get taller during or after his puberty stage. Who knows? There was always this phrase about ‘when puberty hits you hard,’ and it could apply to Nicko

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V.Seriously? I didn’t know how to react. I was just crying a while ago, but I was all-out smiling now. Nickos was not easy to read after all, and it made me think differently about him.Nickos wasn’t who I knew he was.My brother was just full of secrets. I might have only underestimated him, but he was unbelievably the clever one.Still smiling, I returned his diary inside his cabinet with a promise that I would not read the other confessions written there nor touch it again. I would not dare to flip a single page anymore if I would still want to retain Nickos’ trust in me.How I wished I didn’t leave suspicious marks at all. For that, I double-checked if the way I folded the banner was still the same as how it was before I spread it on the floor. But there was no way I would be totally sure.Now I know the reason why Charie called Mom a few days ago. Mom even told her not to tell me the truth and expect the reward as soon as possible. It was related to this large

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. All my frowns and skepticism had suddenly faded away when I saw Aris delightfully wave at me. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I felt so giddy. It was my decision not to see him for three days, and yet it felt like it had been three years already! Now, nothing could stop us—not even how my stupid mind could think of not seeing him again. My heart leaped up for joy, and my spirit had brightened as if I was not thinking of mystifying things a while ago. Those were all hushed, and all there was to know about… was how the current moment sparked. No more worrying about the past and no anxiety about the future. Given these, I could say that time was indeed luxurious. My heart would not stop from jumping ecstatically in the presence of him, and if I would not hold my chest now, it could come out anytime soon. The feeling was as if every fiber within me was vibrating with too much anticipation. Oh my God, those dimples are just too sexy to handle! His