Prologue
Originally written in Filipino. English is not the author’s first language so excuse for the wrong grammar and punctuations.
"Unveil the covers. For behind the mask lies the true colors of the soul." ~ Mar Mojica ~
Mylah
That dream kept recurring in my memory. No matter how hard I try to push it away, the events remain etched in my mind. It's as if every second of the touches and cries from our lips reaches deep into my soul. I'll never forget that night filled with passion and guilt.Every electrifying kiss, the moans of desire pleading for more, the union of our bodies warming up in the darkness, each rapid breath, and the restrained screams escaping our mouths, they all come back to haunt me. Even if I attempt to pull myself away from that night, it clings to me persistently. If only... if only everything happened on a different occasion. If only there were no hatred in my heart. If only those moments were driven by love. Perhaps, I wouldn't want to forget that night.
But within my heart resides hatred. The anger that pumps through my chest. I can conceal this emotion for as long as I can bear it, even behind a mask. My companion will never know who I am. They won't know what I feel now.
Enough! I hope those memories never return. Memories that have been a part of my past but still haunt me until now.
Jeremy
Why did the weather suddenly turn sour?
I found myself glancing at her again. The heavy rain poured, but she seemed unaffected by it. She smiled as she picked a pink flower. She held it close and closed her eyes, as if savoring its delightful fragrance.
I felt enchanted by her beauty. I couldn't move. All I wanted was to watch her every move. Her soaking wet body. I saw her gaze up at the sky, embracing every raindrop. Her lips, red and smiling, enhancing her beauty even more.
I wanted to approach her. My heart raced faster. The cold breeze sent shivers down my spine due to the rain. I wanted to take her away from the unpleasant weather. Hold her in my arms and caress her smooth face.
As the rain gradually stopped, a chilling breeze took its place. One, two, three... She plucked each petal of the flower. Threads that danced with the wind and gently kissed the ground.
My only wish was for that captivating view to never end, awakening my cold emotions. My heart pounded faster and faster. I wanted to catch up to her, but she suddenly vanished from my sight.
Once more, I wish I could glimpse that magical scenery. Embrace the sight that seemed to magnetize my soul. But my flying spirit returned to my lifeless body, breathless.
