Where Rainbows End Novels & Stories

"Isasara ko lang ang mga bintana. Malamig na sa labas. Nag-uumpisa na ring bumuhos ang ulan..." Napahikbi ako. I know that's a sign. The rain will pour like the tears from my eyes. I guess this was really the end of us. Fiore and I will be left behind in the past. There will be no more of us. No more weddings. No more Fiore.

"I'm always here for you." As Ruan drive me home, the rain continued to pour down, washing away the remnants of our shared evening, leaving behind a lingering sense of warmth and a bittersweet memory of a connection that was both profound and impossible. When we reached the front of my house, I immediately went down. I watched as Ruan drive away, his car disappearing into the rain-soaked night. I stood on my porch, the rain washing over me, a silent testament to the storm that had raged within my heart.

The sky was a canvas of muted gray, a reflection of the somber atmosphere that enveloped the cemetery. Friends and family gathered under the protective shelter of umbrellas, their expressions a mixture of sorrow and quiet contemplation. The rain that fell from the heavens seemed to echo the collective tears that flowed, a poignant reminder of the emotions that the day held.

napatango naman si Aurora saka siya ngumiti. “Akala ko talaga magiging katapusan na rin ng buhay ko ng lahat kayo iwan ako. Ang akala ko hindi ko na mararanasan ang lahat ng ‘to, pakiramdam ko tuloy isinumpa ako ng kalangitan na walang karapatan maging masaya. Tama nga sila after the rain there’s a rainbow. May katapusan din ang lahat. Masaya akong nakarating na tayo rito, akala ko talaga magiging pangarap na lang ang lahat ng ‘to. Hanggang ngayon eh pakiramdam ko panaginip lang ang lahat. Natatakot akong baka hindi ko na naman alam kung ano ang totoo at hindi.” Aniya, nakikita na naman ni Hunter na namumuo na naman ang luha sa mga mata ni Aurora.

The possibilities are endless. The beauty of this open ending lies in its ability to resonate differently with each reader. Your interpretation is just as valid, just as important, as mine. Your personal experiences, your own perspectives on love and loss, will shape how you perceive the final scene. And that's precisely what I intended. It's a testament to the power of storytelling to evoke individual responses, to spark conversations, and to leave a lasting impact long after the final page is turned.

Johan tried to talk and explain but I shush him. Tang'na, parte ba 'to ng pag-m-move on ko sandali? Muli akong napapikit at naglabas ng malalim na buntong hininga, pagkatapos ay nagdilat ako at isinakto ang tingin ko sa rumaragasang tubig ng ilog na napakalinaw. Dumadagdag pa ang sinag na nagmumula sa bawat espasyo ng mga puno, nagmumukha tuloy enchanted ang buong paligid. Parang may photoshoot at sinadya para sa isang teleserye.

Sabay ngumiti. THE END

Huminga ako ng malalim at ngumiti habang nakatingin sa iba't-ibang kulay ng rainbow. Salamat at natapos rin ang kalbaryong kinakaharap namin sa araw na 'to.

But the latter had just went out the window this very moment. I stared at the tiny white puddles and tapioca pearls scattered on the floor. My head still felt cold from the drink that was just poured on me. It rolled down my back and arms like a waterfall, seeping through my clothes and drenching it in the process. The stickiness clung to my skin, along with the familiar sweet scent of milk tea.