Unsaid Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says and the two boys turn their heads to me, seemingly looking for a response. "Uh yea sure whatever," I say knowing that's not going to happen. I'm sure he's got better things to do. "Well settled then, see you there." He says then walks out without another word. I roll my eyes at that, he's got such a dismissive attitude. "Well, he's an asshole," Tristan says reading my mind. "You have no idea," I say and for a split second, we're back to being us. The us before all the complications, but that goes away as soon as it came.

I thought It was weird of him to suddenly leave when the fight was over. Then said we will talk later about our fight or test should I say . This man is doing something to me because no other man's statement wouldn't have no effects on me but this man's statement sure did. It made me feel disappointed how he just left without saying something to me but he can talk to Sarah and not me . The rest of the training went by quickly . By that end I was sore and aching , I was really out of practice . " I got your message yesterday, sorry I couldn't respond quickly but yes it is still up for rent ." Gina said as we walked out the training grounds to the cars .

But I don’t think I am traumatised enough to lose my voice. The man sat on the chair before me. Even while sitting, he looked taller. “Why aren’t you fighting?”

I hold my position. Unmoved. “Yes,” I say.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

Not defined. But still here. And for now, that is enough.

“Where are you going Iris?” “I am going to go dance,” I spoke flatly. He tilted his head, confused. I tried to sum it up for him. “Are you going to join me or should I find someone else to dance with?” A look appeared on his face. I couldn’t tell you if it was anger, annoyance, or even just complete shock. He closed his mouth, before standing up. He took hold of my hand, before looking down at them.

Not now, not ever. ***

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.

One message. Shit.