By The Shore Novels & Stories

Hindi 'ko na namalayan ang oras at nakaramdam ako ng ngalay dulot ng paglalakad kaya naisipan 'ko munang umupo sa bench sa ilalim ng kahoy. Dahil malapit-lapit ito sa baybayin ay natatanaw 'ko ang boung dagat. I am now facing the whole view of the beach and the breathtaking ocean. The splash of the waves was like a lullaby, humming me to sleep. The sea softly doused the beach with the cold breezing air that sents shivers to my warmth feelings. It was captivating and very relaxing. This place is perfect for those who wants to enjoy and escape from the sad reality.

Ang ibang pagkakataon ay hindi na sila marahil nagpang-abot. Hindi siya nagsalita. Hinayaan na lamang niya ito. Mabilis lumipas ang oras. Ilang saglit lang nang lumabas sila't naglakad-lakad sa dalampasigan. She likes to walk in the shore. Malakas ang hangin kaya't sumasabog ang kaniyang mahabang buhok. May ilan pang pagkakataon na natatabunan ang kaniyang mukha kaya hinahawi niya naman iyon.

Gusto ko munang mapag-isa. The cold breeze is touching my face as I watch the waves coming back and forth to the shore. Mahigit kalahating oras akong naglakad upang makarating rito sa tabing dagat. Madilim ang paligid ngunit kahit pa-paano ay may mga ilaw pa ring nagbibigay ng liwanag sa paligid. "Ahhhh!!!!!" Pag-sigaw ko sa harap ng dagat.

Hindi na ako magpapasama kay kuya dahil hindi na kailangan. Isang oras rin akong nakatitig sa dagat bago napagdisesyonan na maglakadlakad ulit. Gusto kung malibot ang buong lugar. Far from where I stand earlier, nakalabas na ako sa boundary ng beach. Namulot ako ng maliliit na seashells. Iipunin ko lahat ng ito at gagawing design.

Elise watched the scenery shift, confusion flickering in her mind as they neared the coast. A beach? When Vael finally parked near a secluded stretch of shoreline, Elise turned to him with a raised brow. "You brought me to a beach?" Vael only grinned. "Perceptive as always." She scoffed. "Why?" Instead of answering, he stepped out, moving toward the shoreline. Elise followed, her feet sinking into the warm sand as the sound of crashing waves filled the air. Vael stopped just before the water, looking out at the endless horizon. His usual smirk had softened, his expression almost… nostalgic.

agad akong tumango at nagpasya ng maglakad sa tabi nya. He held my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, and we began walking along the seashore. The cool, damp sand was soft beneath my feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand in mine. Each step left a fleeting imprint in the sand, soon erased by the incoming tide. I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat through his hand, a steady pulse against the erratic rhythm of the waves. The air was thick with the scent of salt and seaweed, a pungent aroma that clung to my clothes and skin. The wind whipped my hair across my face, but his hand remained a constant, steady presence.

"Maganda siya, pero mas gusto ko sigurong manguha ng sarili kong mga shell at ako ang gagawa." Narinig ng matanda ang kanilang usapan. Nag-angat ito ng tingin at ngumiti. "If you want to picl up shells, you can go to Moon Bay in the west. There is a full moon tonight, and there will be many beautiful shells washed ashore after the lowtide" "Thank you so much," magalang na sagot ng babae.

Habang binabagtas ng shuttle service ang bahaging buhanginang parte ng shore ay hindi naalis ang tingin niya sa dagat. Nang-eengganyo ang asul na asul na kulay nito. The morning sun rays hitting the water surface reflecting gleaming effect. Kumikinang iyon na para bang tinitirhan ng libong bituin. Kaysarap sigurong maligo sa malinis na tubig nito.

I've watched him carefully, ang pagbaba taas ng kaniyang dibdib ay nagbibigay ng ibayong kaba sa aking puso. Napayuko ako at bahagyang ngumiti, clumps of seaweed got washed up on the beach, maging ang ilang seashells ay nasa pampang lamang dahil sa lakas ng alon. Muling bumalik ang tanaw ko sa malayo. The sea is a cerulean-blue gown and the beach seems dipped in earthshine-gold. The yachts lolling in the distance, feeling that the sea wants to lull me.

Ingrid Alessia’s point of view The sky in Bora Bora looked like it was dipped in soft pastels, the sun melting into the horizon as we walked hand-in-hand along the sandy shore. Dumadampi lang sa mga paa namin ‘yung marahan na alon, habang sa di-kalayuan the sound of Polynesian drums echoed from a nearby fire-lit gathering. “Kita mo ‘yon?” Leonhardt pointed at the torches lining the private dinner setup sa beachfront. “Para sa atin ‘yan.”