No one has come up to scratch the surface, only him. I have fallen for this guy. I would say he is charming, he's good with my family. He got my father to teach him basic photography, heck, my dad even offered to sponsor him to join the exclusive Camera Club of the Philippines. I am proud of myself. I did the right thing; I waited for the right person. The whole family liked him, they saw how affectionate Chris is. Sometimes, he just leaves huge stuffed teddy bears in front of my house. Every week I received balloons and flowers, delivered at my doorstep. It's not like everyday he's at my house or at my school to see me, but he made sure that I felt special all the time. He never forgets to say I love you, and he'll never be the first to hang up the phone.
"Bye, Grace! Don't worry, everything's gonna be ok."
"Yah, Chris loves you and you know it, girl."
"Please stop sulking over there, Gracie, we know you aced the test!"
All my of my friends are trying their best to cheer me up. It's time to go home, exams are over. My friends started giggling and I don't know why, when I looked to the left to check it out, I saw HIM.
Chris was holding a big heart balloon, walking towards me.
"Bye lovebirds" they all said in unison, "Lovey dovey make-up time!!" and they all left smiling.
All of a sudden, I felt weak, like my knees are giving up on me. I was able to sit down on the bench beside me. I can't look at him, or else I will just cry. He touched my face, wiped a single tear that was about to fall.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? I love you..."
"Can we talk? Somewhere private, please."
He smiled, and nodded. "I know a perfect place. Our special, perfect, private place." He held my hand and we went towards his car.
Please don't let it be our place...please. I want that place to be sacred, where I was at my happiest. But I don't have the strength to say anything, something, to him.
"I wanted to surprise you, that's why I'm here. I know that we're not spending as much time together as you wanted. But now that school's over, we could spend more time together. Well, not until I start my Bar Exam review yet, anyway." He tried to hold my hand, my I moved it away.
"I'm sorry, you know how busy I am. With the business, and law school, I'm really sorry if I seem to neglect you."
I'm staring out the window, watching the passing cars and buses. I can't help it, I started to sob.
"What did I ever do to you to deserve this, Chris, why??" I loudly whispered. I want to scream and scratch his eyes out, but I know it would hurt me more to see him get hurt.
"I don't understand, baby. You said you're ok with our schedule. We were fine for the past 4 years..."
He let out a loud sigh, "I thought you wanted no distractions, so I kept a distance. I'm always here for you, you know that."
We were silent for a while. I have nothing to say, I just cried. He was quiet, too. There were also no attempts to hold my hand during the drive. Maybe he has an idea of what was coming, or he just wants to give me some space.
I knew it. The Old Walls of Intramuros. I just knew it.
He parked at the same spot, where it's too dark. It still is the same, they haven't fixed the lamppost yet, nothing was changed. Exactly the same as I remember it all too well.
I finally find it fitting with the situation. This is where my everything would end.