Lahat ng Kabanata ng Every Beat of You: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 19

"What's wrong?" Caius asked.I sighed and sat beside him. "They keep staring at me," I scoffed. "It's annoying.""I won't blame them," he laughed inwardly. "You're beautiful, that's why.”"Whatever," I tsk-ed.I just put my attention on my camera. I adjusted the settings and took some pictures. I took a deep sigh and rested my chin on my palm."Do you think we'll win?" I asked, unconsciously."Don't you trust my cousin?"I blinked. "What?"He chuckled then messed my hair. I shot him a dagger look. He smiled then looked at me."Jethro's my cousin," he said. "You forgot that I mentioned him.""Because I don't give a damn about it.”He scratched his forehead. "Typical of you.""But seriously?" I arched my brow. "He's your cousin?"He nodded. I hovered my gaze at him. I just noticed their resemblance. His features was soft compared to Captain’s rugged look. Yet you can see their

It's been thirty minutes since the second half started. The score was in favor to the Alpha team. You can say that will win this game yet the other was doing their best to turn the tables."Navarro wouldn't let himself lose,” I heard Dimitri uttered.My forehead creased. "Have you known Anshel for a long time, Dim?"He nodded while his eyes fixed on the game. I turned my attention back to the game. Dimitri knows Anshel for a long time. That's confusing. Why is Captain so mad at him?"Five seconds!"I let out a loud sigh. Whatever what's going on between them is not my concern. Maybe they have a misunderstanding. My curiosity side was awake again and I doubt that it would stop.I shook my head before drifting my eyes in front of me. My forehead creased. Captain was walking to my direction. I pouted my lips as I watched him bathe in his own sweat."Break?" I asked as I offered the bottle of water to him.His lips pursed. "Y

Without awareness of the road or the rain; the car moved letting my thoughts scattered in my mind. I let my brain roam free and my heart in exploring new avenues.I lift my pointed finger, tracing the window shield. I saw my reflection on it. They say, when a door closes, another one opens but, the way I see it, when a window closes you can only see what could have been through its transparent surface. They’re devious, sly, and tricky the way they allow you to see through them.“Did you visit, Yellow?”My cousin’s pair of emerald eyes dropped on me. I can see an emotion in his eyes like my father. I nodded, still staring at the window shield.“It’s her birthday.” I mumbled. “How’s your date with your pretend girlfriend?” I tilted my head, smirking.A grin formed against my lips when I saw his reaction. His full lips parted; shock was evident on his face. I smirked, it seemed like he didn&r

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimesBut it’s the only thing that I knowWhen it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimesIt is the only thing makes us feel aliveThe sky was shadowed in darkness. The rain fell like an ocean thrown from the sky. Thunder rumbled like a rock star on the stage. And a jagged bolt of lightning ripped the sky in half. The wind ran as if it was being chased. The sound of it was a strange song, howling and longing for a melody.We keep this love in a photographWe made these memories for ourselvesWhere our eyes are never closingHearts are never brokenAnd time’s forever frozen, stillI looked at the droplets of rain on the window. The song Photograph by Ed Sheeran was playing on my phone. I let out a sigh as I stood up. I blink when the song stop and replaced with ringtone.“Are you coming with us?” I sat on the bed.“It’s rai

I still have that letter. “I literally find it in the trash can,” I mumbled to myself, reminiscing the embarrassing moment that I did years ago. Funny how I really want to read that letter. I want it so bad, that I didn’t feel ashamed from what I’d done. It’s all crumpled but I can still even read what was written on it. Nostalgic feeling surrounded me as I let out a subtle smile. The letter was…I have no words or rather than: words are not enough to describe it. For me, it was the most precious thing in the world. Imagine being able to receive a handwritten letter from that man. You’ll probably told yourself that you’re now ready to face death because of that. Because that man was so good at words. So good that even the best writer couldn’t even get close. It&rsq