I am definitely broken right now. My heart was just torn to pieces because of what she said. It was different before when I kept telling Chris that Leira likes him – him and not the real me. I never thought that this carefree time of Leira would be a reason for her to say what she truly feels. That’s a good thing, that she had finally said it. She had finally given what she truly felt and finally let it all out. I was able to hear it clearly, although we were on that ride and I purposely did not respond to whatever she said. “I think I like you but it’s absurd! You kept telling me that you’re from another world! I wish you were just someone else, I wish you’re not that complicated as I am! I hate you! But I like you too! My instinct was right – that’s why I kept telling myself not to like you even more. You are too good to be true. I cannot even answer my own self if you’re real or not and if the things that you are doing and saying we’re real or not!” I felt her tears as it

I broke down. I hugged him tightly with all I could, not minding if the cuffs were hurting our hands. I don’t know why I am trembling and crying this way – I just have a strong feeling of emotion right now. “I was really hoping for you.” I said. He’s dumbfounded. I know that I was just wishful thinking – I don’t know the real Chris, if he has the same attitude towards the Chris that hurt me but at least I am safe for now. “Please tell me that you’re not gonna hurt me.” I pleaded. I wish it was really a different Chris because if she has the same attitude as the other one – I swear to the being who has created all these dimensions that it wanted me to suffer because I am really a terrible person. I cannot explain what I feel. It was like a haven within someone’s arm even if you don’t know him – there’s just a hint of familiarity and the person’s presence radiates safety. But I should not be fooled for the other Chris made me feel that way at the beginning. “Of course I won’t, w

By people that could help us, Chris meant his underground connections. I didn’t know that Merida has a place like this. I’ve been locked at Ariel my whole life so I don’t have much idea about the outside world and even if I wanted to explore, my energy was just enough to continue living. This must be another unconscious reason why I agreed to Chris in the first place. I just can’t admit it back then that I really wanted that. A place like the literal underground. Situated below the ground where most people come over to pass time. Oftenly kill time by killing each other through underground battle and oh, there is money involved. It’s dark here with light bulbs that look like my old apartment – it has dim lights that makes your eyes hurt every time it suddenly goes black and then comes back with a low light. “Where are the people that could help us?” I asked him while walking straight – looking at people around who were openly selling drugs or using it, making out, and fighting again

Chris had the camper van arranged inside the ferry while the two of us found a comfortable seat where we would be for four hours. I texted Patricia before we started sailing on the sea. She had several messages but I just told her that we’re on our way to Moana. I felt uneasy on my seat and looked at Chris who had just had his eyes closed. I stood up and left him to go to the deck. I stood up at the edge and watched the birds that were flying around and the endless ocean in my view. The water is not violent, for some reason the ocean is calm today and has a good ambiance. Everywhere I look inside the ferry are the people that got so many bags. Probably because they brought with them gifts for their special someone. I sat on the floor of the deck and just closed my eyes. Then I felt someone sit beside me and put his head on my shoulders. I let him, “you’re thinking about jumping on the water?” He asked, my eyes are closed so I can’t see if he’s looking at me or if he also got his

Some of the villagers welcomed us but most of them were asleep. The torches around and the dim light of the moon were the only thing that lit their whole community. Old-Adam went ahead the chief of the village. He was already aware that we would come so we had no problem. As a matter of fact they have already prepared a house for us to sleep in. They accompanied us to one of the houses. “Masaya kami sa pagdalaw ninyo. Manatili kayo hanggang nais ninyo, kami na ang bahala.” The chief told us and talked with Old-Adam while Chris and I settled ourselves inside. The house is not that big, it is made from entirely nipa and bamboo that if I would burn it – it’ll turn to ashes in just five minutes. There is no floor – just the soil and a bed made from bamboo. One bed. I excused the old-Adam. “Aren't there any other beds available?” Old-Adam chuckled at me then he bowed to the chief priest and told him thanks, “none. Unless you want to sleep on the floor, on the soil floor and feel the