Chapter 53
Nandito na kami sa movie theater. I'm still pretending na okay lang ako, kahit deep down, I'm not. Ang hirap magkunwaring masaya, lalo na't paulit-ulit na bumabalik sa isip ko 'yung nakita ko kanina. It's already 7 PM, and after this movie, saka pa lang kami kakain ng dinner.
As we walked inside the theater, I glanced at her. She looked so calm... so unaffected.
"Have you ever watched Miracle in Cell No. 7?" I asked, trying to sound casual habang hinahanap namin ang upuan namin.
She shook her head. "No."
We sat down, and she looked around, curious.
"It's a Korean movie. 'Yan 'yung papanoorin natin ngayon," I said, trying to sound excited. "Masaya raw 'yan eh. Nakita ko sa Facebook, parang feel-good movie daw."
She raised an eyebrow and gave me a suspicious look. "Hm, really? Sounds like it's not," she said with a slight smirk.
"Yan nga nakita ko sa Facebook eh. Parang masaya naman," I insisted. Kasi totoo naman, mukha naman talagang masaya.
She just nodded and leaned back in her seat. I stared at the screen habang nagsisimula na 'yung trailers, pero hindi ko talaga makuha 'yung focus ko. Her question suddenly broke the silence.
"Are you okay? You're unusually quiet today."
I froze for a second, forcing a smile habang tinitingnan siya sa gilid ng mata ko. How would I be okay? After what I saw kanina-after seeing her with him?
"Of course, I am," I lied, my voice soft. "I'm with you eh."
Sinabayan ko ng pilit na ngiti, hoping she wouldn't notice the pain behind it.
She turned to me and smiled. "Silly," she said, chuckling a little before looking back at the screen.
I smiled, too, but deep down, ang bigat-bigat ng dibdib ko. Kasi habang nandito kami, habang magkatabi kami, habang pinapanood namin 'tong movie na dapat masaya-ang totoo, I'm barely holding it together.
After waiting the movie to start, some couple started kissing in front of us kaya napalunok ako. It was not just a peek kiss, but like with a tounge.
As soon as I saw the couple going at it like they were in their own private motel room, I leaned slightly toward Cynthia, pretending like I didn't see anything. Pero siyempre, nakita ko. Lahat. Including how his hand was going places na parang hindi na pang-MTRCB.
Cynthia leaned toward me too, whispering, "Do you think we'll get a live demonstration of the birds and the bees before the trailers even start?"
I snorted. "Mukhang may bayad 'to, ha. Baka 'di natin kailangan ng pelikula."
She chuckled, then rested her head lightly on my shoulder. "The movie hasn't even started yet, but there's already kissing in front of us."
"Gawin din natin?" biro ko kaya nakakuha ako ng hampas sakanya.
?The lights dimmed, and the chatter in the theater faded to a hush as the screen lit up with the opening credits of Miracle in Cell No.
7.
I could feel Cynthia shift beside me, her head still lightly resting on my shoulder, her fingers occasionally brushing against mine on the shared armrest.
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?I stayed quiet.
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?Partly because I was pretending to be okay.
Mostly because I didn't trust myself to speak without sounding like I was breaking.
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?The film started cheerfully enough-soft, silly scenes of a father and daughter, their routine, their small joys. Yong-gu, the father, had this childlike innocence that made everyone in the theater laugh almost immediately. He reminded me of that one tito who never outgrew knock-knock jokes.
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?The little girl, Ye-seung, was sharp and affectionate. "They are cute," she whisper.
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?I nodded, smiling, letting the laughter warm my chest for a while.
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?But it didn't take long before the tone shifted.
One moment, we were watching them chase bubbles in the street.
The next, Yong-gu was being accused of something terrible-something we, the audience, knew he didn't do.
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?"Wait, what?" Cynthia whispered, sitting up straighter. "Is this still a comedy?"
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?I didn't answer.
My throat was already tight.
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?Inside the movie, everything started to crumble.
Yong-gu, confused and frightened, was dragged into custody.
The officers didn't care that he didn't understand.
That he kept asking where his daughter was.
That he didn't know how the world worked the way others did.
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?People around us were sniffing. Quietly, steadily.
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?Cynthia reached over and held my hand again, tighter this time.
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?By the time the movie reached the part where Yong-gu was assigned to Cell No. 7, I could feel the tension in the theater shift into something collective and unspoken-like everyone was preparing to grieve, they just didn't know when it would hit.
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?But me?
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?I was already there.
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?The cellmates who once mocked Yong-gu started to soften toward him.
They learned about his daughter, about how much he loved her, how much he missed her.
And somehow, impossibly, they smuggled little Ye-seung into the prison.
A miracle in itself.
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?I smiled.
A real one.
Watching her run to her father's arms inside that cramped, gray cell-it felt like a win. A small, stolen moment of joy. Cynthia wiped her eyes beside me.
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?Then came the scene where Ye-seung brought a school bag for her father, pretending to teach him how to read and write. Para makapasa siya sa exam.
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?I started to cry, quiet and steady.
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?Cynthia rubbed small circles into the back of my hand, her thumb gentle and grounding. I didn't look at her.
I couldn't. The tears kept falling, and the story kept unraveling.
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?The courtroom scenes were the worst. Yong-gu, confused, scared, tricked into confessing. His cellmates devastated, helpless. His daughter trying to understand something no child should have to.
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?The stranger beside Cynthia-some guy in a business shirt and loosened tie-was now full-on sobbing, muttering things like, "Wala na bang hustisya sa mundo?" and "Ang bata pa ng anak niya, Lord!"
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?Cynthia handed him a tissue wordlessly, and he took it with a grateful sniffle. "Salamat," he choked out, dramatically. "Hindi ko na kaya 'to."
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?Same, kuya. Same.
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?Then the scene came. The final goodbyes.
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?The way Yong-gu gave his daughter his favorite balloon. The way he tried to smile for her, like everything was okay. The way she was dragged from the room screaming for her papa while he tried not to cry.
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?I didn't bother wiping my face anymore. I just let it happen.
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?"Don't look at me," Cynthia whispered with a cracking voice, clearly crying too. "I'm ugly crying."
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?"Me too," I whispered back, laughing a little between sniffles.
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?The music swelled. The verdict was read. And then, the most silent moment in the entire theater.
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?The execution.
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?The screen went dark.
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?Someone in the back whispered, "Putangina naman."
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?And honestly? Valid.
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?The movie flashed forward to years later. Ye-seung, now an adult, standing in court. Confident. Brave. Fighting for the truth. Fighting for her father's name. For his innocence.
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?I cried harder.
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?As the credits rolled, the theater remained quiet. Like everyone was trying to recover from emotional whiplash. Even the guy with the loosened tie was now using his shirt sleeve as backup tissue. Someone behind us muttered, "Akala ko feel-good movie 'to. Bakit ganito?"
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?I turned to Cynthia, eyes puffy, nose red. "Facebook lied to me."
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?"Facebook destroyed me," she said, wiping her cheeks. "I thought this was gonna be cute."
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?"We got scammed by a thumbnail."
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?"I was just trying to watch something light after exams!" I cried dramatically, which made her laugh even though I was still crying.
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?The man beside her suddenly joined our conversation like we were old friends. "Grabe 'no? Pero ang ganda. Pero masakit. Pero ang ganda. Pero ayoko na."
?"A-AYOKO NA!!!"
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?We both jumped in our seats.
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?The voice came from the girl two seats away, near the aisle.
She had bangs cut too short, an oversized denim jacket, and was gripping a large bucket of popcorn like it was her emotional support pet.
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?"WALA NA TALAGA YUNG TATAY!" she wailed, dramatically throwing a handful of popcorn into the air like confetti at a funeral.
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?A rogue kernel landed on Cynthia's lap. She stared at it.
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?No reaction.
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?None.
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?The girl beside us wasn't done.
She buried her face in her hands, hiccupped, then screamed softly into her palms.
"YUNG LOOOOVE! YUNG PAGMAMAHAL NAAAA PURE!"
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?The guy behind her whispered to his seatmate, "Parang iniwan ng jowa 'to habang nanonood, ah."
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?She heard it.
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?"I'M GRIEVING FOR ALL THE FATHERS IN THE WORLD! And also for mine. Pero mostly sa kanya! SA MOVIE!" she cried, pointing at the now-black screen like it had personally betrayed her.
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?A flashlight beam from a cinema staffer briefly flickered toward our row.
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?"Miss, okay lang po kayo?"
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?"No, kuya. Hindi okay ang puso ko," she said seriously.
"Mas okay pa yung popcorn."
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?She took another fistful and started eating it between sniffles, dramatic pause, sniffle, chew, repeat.
Parang ritual ng heartbreak.
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?I slowly reached into my own jacket pocket for a tissue and offered it to her across Cynthia.
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?She grabbed it, looked at me with wide, glistening eyes.
"Thank you. I needed that more than I needed my ex."
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?Cynthia blinked at her.
Still no expression.
No comment.
Just quiet blinking and wet eyes.
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?"Grabe kayo," the popcorn girl whispered, now looking at us like we were aliens.
"Di kayo umiiyak?!" Her voice cracked.
"Wala man lang hikbi?"
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?Cynthia just handed the popcorn girl one of her tissues and patted her lightly on the head.
As if to say: Let it out, girl.
We're all dying inside.
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?And that's all the girl needed.
She began crying again-quietly this time, but with an intensity that felt spiritual.
"Ang swerte ko talaga at nakita ko 'tong pelikula. Ang sakit sakit. Pero may sense 'yung sakit."
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?Another voice piped up from the far end of the row.
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?"ATE, KUMAIN KA MUNA."
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?We all turned.
An elderly woman in a violet blouse was offering a plastic bag of SkyFlakes to the popcorn girl.
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?"Pampababa ng emosyon. Dali," the old woman insisted.
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?Popcorn girl took it solemnly, as if accepting the Eucharist.
"Salamat po, tita."
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And as the movie was finished, we decided to have dinner.
We walked into the nearest steak restaurants.
But while we're walking she said something, that makes everything stop. Like all of the hurt, what I saw earlier, was gone.
"I love you. When you're not okay, don't be harsh to yourself. I'll listen." she said, kaya napangiti ako. Just like that, I found myself being okay again.
"Do you want to do something after this dinner?" she asked me.
"Mhm, I like to do everything basta ikaw kasama." sagot ko, well which is true naman.
"Let's ride a bike. Do you know how to ride it?" she asked me and I nodded.
"Of course. After dinner mamaya, punta tayo doon. I think may nagpaparent doon, but if not, I'll just buy." I said to her. But her expression was hesitant.
"Actually..." Cynthia started, her voice a little quieter than usual.
I tilted my head toward her, giving her my full attention. "Yes?"
She hesitated, looked away, then finally confessed, "I don't know how to ride it."
It took me a full second to register what she said. And then-oh, oh. I bit my lip to keep from laughing outright, but it was no use.
"Awee, my baby Cynthia doesn't know how to ride a bike?" I said in a singsong tone, eyes sparkling. "That's the cutest thing I've heard today. No, this week. No, this year."
She rolled her eyes hard, like she was trying to see her own brain. "Don't start."
"Too late," I said, grinning like a devil. "I'm definitely starting."
I leaned in close, teasing. "Let me guess. You tried once when you were six, fell on a flower bush, and swore off bikes forever?"
"Not a flower bush," she said flatly. "A thorn bush."
I gasped. "So you do have a traumatic backstory."
"I really do," she muttered, but I could see the edge of her lips twitching.
"Tapos from then on, every time you saw a bike, may dramatic violin music na sa utak mo, tapos may slow-motion flashback of baby Cynthia crying, 'Mommyyy!' while gripping her bleeding knees?"
"Oh my God," she groaned, covering her face with both hands. "You're unbelievable."
"Gusto mo dagdagan natin ng konting ulan sa eksena? And a puppy na tumatahol sa tabi mo habang umiiyak ka sa tabi ng bike?" I was full-on cackling now, holding my stomach. "Tapos may voice-over pa: 'And that was the day... I knew I would never trust two wheels again.'"
Cynthia peeked through her fingers, clearly losing the battle with her composure. "You are so annoying."
"But you love me," I teased.
"Whatever," she said, sighing like she was stuck with me for life.
I leaned back in my chair dramatically, placing a hand over my heart. "Whatever daw. Ang sakit mo sa dibdib. I give you love, laughter, care... and this is how you repay me."
"You give me bullying and emotional damage."
"But cute emotional damage," I grinned. "Come on, just imagine. Me, teaching you to ride a bike. You, clinging onto me for dear life. Our love story unfolding in slow motion like a cheesy K-drama opening credits. May background music pa-'Saranghae~'"
She buried her face in her napkin and muffled a scream. "Can we just skip the whole bike thing now?"
"No way!" I leaned closer and whispered like it was a secret, "You don't understand. This just made me love you even more."
She peeked out from the napkin. "Because I'm pathetic?"
"No," I smiled gently this time. "Because you're real. And I like every version of you-even the one who's scared of bicycles."
Cynthia stared at me for a second, like she was trying to find something to say that wouldn't give away the way her eyes softened. Then she slowly reached for her drink, took a long sip, and said, "Okay. Fine. But if I fall, you better catch me."
I raised a brow. "Always."
She narrowed her eyes again. "And no more teasing."
"Absolutely not. I will definitely still tease you."
"Ugh. Why do I like you again?"
"Because I'm hot and hilarious."
Cynthia snorted. "Delusional, too."
"Triple threat, baby."
And just like that, the awkward tension from earlier vanished. The heaviness in my chest was replaced by warmth-light, teasing, fluttering warmth. It wasn't just her laughter or the way her eyes sparkled when she tried not to smile.
It was her. All of her. And the fact that she let me see every piece, even the ones she once thought were embarrassing.
And honestly? That made me fall a little harder.
After eating dinner, we've decided to go outside.
Cynthia and I were walking side by side, our steps in sync, laughter still echoing from our teasing session inside the restaurant. The warm lights from the nearby cafés spilled onto the sidewalk, and people passed by holding hands, clutching takeout, or dragging along sleepy children.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked as we turned the corner where I thought the bike rental station would be.
"No," Cynthia answered without hesitation. "But I said yes, so I'm suffering."
I chuckled. "Suffering with style. Look at you-Miss Hindi Marunong Mag-bike in heels and a trench coat. Parang pupunta ng fashion week, hindi matutong magpedal."
She shot me a look. "Excuse me, fashion is pain. And this is painful, so technically I'm on brand."
"Fair point."
We walked a few more steps before spotting the small rental stand lit by string lights, parked near a garden path. A few colorful bikes stood waiting, like they'd just been painted for an indie music video.
The vendor-a guy in his mid-30s wearing a "Bike Mo, Buhay Mo" shirt-looked up from his phone and greeted us. "Magre-rent po kayo?"
"Yes po," I said. "Dalawang bike. Pero..." I glanced at Cynthia, who was now very busy looking at the flower pots beside the stand.
"'Yung isa," I added, lowering my voice slightly, "beginner friendly."
"Ahh, may training wheels kami kung gusto niyo-"
"No!" Cynthia suddenly said, eyes wide. "No training wheels. I have pride."
The vendor raised an amused brow. "Okay po, walang training wheels. Pero ingat lang, madulas minsan 'yang pride."
I snorted. "Kuya, ang lalim no'n ah."
He handed us the bikes, both looking sturdy and surprisingly cute. Mine was black with a little white bell, while Cynthia's was pastel pink. Of course it was.
"Pwede na ba 'to? Or too girly for you?" I teased, handing her the handles.
She squinted at it. "It's giving Barbie who dropped out of biking school. But okay."
We wheeled the bikes to the open path. Trees lined the street, and the soft glow from the old lampposts made it feel like a romantic scene out of some Studio Ghibli film. I mounted my bike easily while Cynthia... stood beside hers.
"Okay," I said, turning to her. "Let's start with the basics. You get on the seat-"
"I know how to get on a seat, I'm not a toddler."
"Right, sorry. My bad. Miss Almost-Pride Parade."
She huffed, then finally swung a leg over the bike and sat down. Immediately, she grabbed both handlebars like her life depended on it.
"Relax," I laughed, putting a hand on hers to gently loosen her death grip. "It's just a bike, not a lie detector."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "You better not let go."
"I promise, Cynthia. I got you."
So I held her steady, walking beside her as she pedaled slowly, wobbly, like a baby giraffe trying to stand for the first time. Her brows were furrowed, her lips pressed into a line of pure concentration.
"You're doing good," I said, voice soft. "Straighten your back a little. That's it."
"I feel like I'm about to die."
"Well, you look adorable doing it."
She shot me a side glare. "Focus."
"I am focusing. On how cute you look panicking."
She was about to retort, but suddenly her balance tilted too far left and she squealed, "DON'T LET GO!"
"I'm not! I'm here!" I quickly steadied the bike, one hand on the seat, the other on the handlebar.
We paused. Her breath was heavy. Mine was calm.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded, then looked at me with something different in her eyes-soft, unsure, but trusting. "I actually... kinda like this."
"Really?"
"It's scary," she admitted. "But not with you."
I smiled. "That's the idea. Anything's easier when you're not doing it alone."
She looked away, pretending to adjust her grip. "Stop being sweet. You'll make me crash."
"Too late," I whispered. "I already crashed into your heart."
"You're so cringe!" she whispered dramatically, pretending to gag.
"But I mean it," I said, quieter now. "I got you. Always."
She glanced at me again. "Okay... Let's try again."
And so we did.
This time, she pedaled a bit farther.
This time, she wobbled but didn't fall.
And this time, I let go for a second-just one heartbeat-and she didn't even notice.
And I? I was falling even harder.
"Omg, faster, Syl!" she shouted between laughs, thinking I was still holding her from behind. Her voice was filled with excitement, and her laugh-God, it was contagious. But in truth, I was already standing beside her, watching her intently.
Her face was lit up with the biggest smile I'd ever seen from her. She looked genuinely happy, like a little kid trying something new for the first time. And for a moment, I just stood there-speechless. I didn't even realize I was smiling too as I admired her.
The way her eyes sparkled, the slight messiness of her hair from the wind, and the joy radiating off her.
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nakakahawa.
It made my heart skip.
She suddenly turned to look at me.
Her smile vanished the second she realized something.
"Sylvia!" she gasped, her voice filled with panic as she started to lose her balance.
Before she could fall, I immediately caught her in my arms.
"Hey, hey, you're doing great. Don't be scared, nakaya mo na nga eh," I reassured her softly, holding her steady.
But instead of thanking me, she started hitting my arm with her small, panicking hands. "Aray!" I winced, laughing.
"Why did you let me go?!" she scolded, eyes wide. "What if I fell down? What would you do, huh?"
Napatawa nalang ako. She was so cute when she was mad.
"Sorry na," I said, still chuckling. "I just wanted to see you enjoy it by yourself. And you did, diba? You were smiling so big. You looked... happy."
She paused for a moment, staring at me-still catching her breath. Then she looked away, cheeks slightly flushed.
"Still," she muttered, crossing her arms. "Next time, don't let go without telling me."
"Okay, okay. Promise," I said with a grin, holding up my pinky.
She rolled her eyes but hooked her pinky with mine anyway.
After a few more rounds, Cynthia finally got the rhythm. She was pedaling smoothly now, keeping her balance, and even managing to steer without panicking. Her posture looked more confident, and the terrified expression on her face was now replaced with pure, giddy joy.
"Look, Syl! I'm doing it! I'm actually biking!" she yelled, laughing, her voice echoing across the quiet park road.
I stood by the side, watching her with a proud grin. "Galing mo! Parang pro na agad, oh!"
Cynthia carefully stopped in front of me, her cheeks flushed from the effort and cold wind. "Did you see that? I didn't fall! Not even once this time!"
"I saw everything," I said, walking toward her. "You're so good now. Biker girl ka na!"
And before I could say anything else, she suddenly jumped off the bike-well, more like half-jumped, half-stumbled-and threw her arms around me in a tight, excited hug.
"Oh my God, Sylvia, I did it! I can't believe I actually did it!"
I caught her in my arms and laughed, swaying slightly from her sudden weight. "Of course you did. I told you, kaya mo."
She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her arms still wrapped around my neck. "I was so scared earlier... but you didn't give up on me."
I smiled, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. "Kasi I know you. You just needed a little push."
We stood there for a moment, both still catching our breath from the biking and the excitement of her success.
But then, Cynthia's eyes sparkled with mischief.
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?"Then let's race," she said with a playful grin, hopping back onto her bike.
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?"Race? Seriously?" I asked, a smirk tugging at my lips. "You sure about that? I'm a pro."
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?She laughed, adjusting her helmet. "I'm confident now. Let's see if you can keep up, Syl."
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?I couldn't help but grin.
"Okay, game. I'm not going easy on you."
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?We both positioned ourselves at the starting line, the quiet park road stretching ahead of us. The only sound was the wind and the soft hum of the tires against the pavement.
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?"On your mark... get set... go!" I shouted, pushing off the ground with my feet and instantly speeding ahead.
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?For the first few seconds, I was in the lead, feeling the rush of the wind against my face, hearing her bike whirring behind me. But then, I noticed her catching up, her determination written all over her face. Cynthia wasn't as fast as me, but she was close. Very close.
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?I couldn't help but glance over at her, a proud smile forming on my lips. She was doing it-really keeping up.
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?"You're not winning this time, Syl!" she shouted from behind, pushing harder.
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?"Don't get too cocky!" I called back, picking up the pace.
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?I glanced over at Cynthia as we biked, my heart still racing from the excitement of the ride. She was still pushing herself, her bike whirring along smoothly, determined to catch up to me.
"Ready to lose, Cyn?" I teased her.
And just when I thought I had the race in the bag, I heard her voice again.
This time, it was different.
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?"Love..." she called, her voice soft, almost like a whisper carried by the wind.
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?I froze.
Everything around me seemed to slow down.
My mind didn't register the sound of her voice at first. But then the word hit me like a punch to the chest.
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?Love.
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?Her voice was so natural, so gentle, and yet it made everything inside me go still. I couldn't explain it-couldn't understand it. But for that moment, it felt like the world narrowed down to just her, just me, and the way she had said it.
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?I felt my grip on the handlebars loosen just for a second as I tried to process the weight of the word. Love.
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?I didn't even realize how much I had slowed down until I glanced up and saw her already pulling ahead, a wide grin on her face, her eyes sparkling with the kind of confidence that only came when someone was completely sure of themselves.
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?For a second, I didn't know what to do.
?But in that instant, she had already pulled ahead of me, her back to me as I stood there, stunned.
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"Cynthia..." I whispered, barely able to say the name, as if the sound of it might break the magic of the moment.
But it didn't matter-she was already way ahead, her laughter echoing back to me, teasing.
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?I shook my head, pushing myself harder to catch up. I needed to focus, but the word echoed in my mind, and every time I tried to concentrate, it was like the world went quiet again, and all I could hear was love.
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?By the time I reached her-finally crossing the imaginary finish line-I was breathless, but it wasn't from the race.
It was the way she had said it.
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?She stopped and turned to face me, her eyes lighting up in triumph.
"Soooo, I won?"
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?I came to a stop, my chest rising and falling with each breath.
?I forced a laugh, though I felt strangely vulnerable.
"You cheated."
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?She raised an eyebrow, playfully glancing at me.
"What do you mean, cheated? I beat you fair and square."
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?"No, no, not the race," I said, walking toward her, trying to make light of the situation.
But my mind kept wandering back to the word she'd used. "You distracted me."
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?"Distracted you?" She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "How did I distract you?"
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?"You called me... love." My voice was barely above a whisper, and I could see the confusion in her eyes as I spoke.
"We're in a relationship, right?" she said, her voice playful but with a certain softness I couldn't quite ignore. "Doesn't it feel a little awkward to call each other by our names all the time?"
I blinked, taken aback by her question. "No! Why would it be awkward?" I replied quickly, trying to act casual.
But deep inside, I couldn't deny the small rush I felt at the thought of being called something more intimate, something that belonged only to us.
"But you literally cheated. You know I'm going to lose the race the moment you say that, right?"
She laughed, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "No! It's your fault, not mine. You seem down bad to me, Syl."
"Down bad?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow at her. "Says the one who distracted me and stole the win."
She stuck out her tongue at me playfully, leaning in slightly, teasing me with her closeness. "You just can't resist me."
I crossed my arms, pretending to be annoyed, though the smile tugging at my lips gave me away. "Call me that again."
She shook her head, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. "No way. You're not getting me to say it again."
I stepped closer, my eyes locking onto hers, my voice soft but insistent. "Call me that again. I want to hear you say it, please. Just one more time."
She glanced up at me, and I could see the change in her-something softer, something more sincere. Without another word, she finally caved in.
"Love..." she said, her voice low and tender, the word slipping so easily from her lips that it almost felt like she'd been calling me that forever.
I felt my heart race. The moment she said it, everything inside me seemed to stop. My chest tightened, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck.
Without even thinking, I reached for her, pulling her close, my hands gently cupping her face.
"I love you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Her smile softened, and her eyes sparkled with something that made my heart melt.
"I love you always, my love," she replied, the words flowing so naturally from her, just like the rest of her.
And then, just when I thought my heart couldn't take any more, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the cheek.
The kiss was gentle but full of meaning, a promise, a declaration. It made my heart skip a beat, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to disappear. It was just the two of us, standing there, wrapped up in this newfound tenderness, in the rush of emotions we had both been holding back.
She pulled back, but not before looking into my eyes with that same softness, that same quiet certainty. Then she grabbed her bike, swinging her leg over the seat, ready to ride again.
I watched her for a moment, my breath still a little uneven from everything that had just happened. She was the same, and yet... she wasn't.
Just like that, I found myself falling all over again. Falling for her laughter, for the way she cared so effortlessly, for the way she had made me feel things I never thought I would again.
As she rode off, I couldn't help but smile, my heart full. I didn't know what the future held, but in that moment, it didn't matter. All I knew was that I was in love with her-and that was enough.
I mounted my bike, catching up to her with a grin that I couldn't shake. "Wait for me, love!" I called out, teasing her in return, but this time, it felt different. This time, it felt right.