Bumagsak ang pinto sa pagbukas niyon. Bumaling kami sa dalawang lalaki nang bigla silang pumasok sa kwarto. Tumayo kaagad si Writan. "Nandiyan na ang mga guwardiya," anunsyo ng lalaki. Pinanood ko ang pagtango ni Writan. Pinatayo niya ako bago ako hinila papunta sa bintana. Binuksan niya 'yon. "Bababa ako, tatalon ka. Kakayanin mo ba?" Bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko. Tinitigan ko muna si Writan bago pumayag sa kanya. Napapikit na lang ako nang halikan niya ako sa noo bago siya lumabas sa bintana. Pakinig ko pa ang malakas na pagbagsak niya sa baba. Napasinghap ako. Tumingin ako sa kanya. Maayos na siyang nakatayo. Huminga ako nang malalim bago ipinatong ang kaliwa kong paa sa bintana bago tumalikod at inilabas din ang kanan na paa ko. "In the count of three, Claudia. One, two, three...." I let myself fall outside. Seconds after that, I felt Writan's chest. I opened my eyes and saw him concerned about me. I could feel my heartbeat

"Ma!" Nakita ko si Mommy at Grandma na naglalakad papasok ng bahay. Napasinghap ako. Nagtatakbo ako sa kanila. "Grandma!" sigaw ko. My energy escalated when I saw Grandma, standing with her rod, and smiling at me. I went towards her and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay na, Grandma?" "Oo, apo." I let go of our hug and looked at Mommy with Sofia. I messed with Sofia's hair and she giggled. "Miss you, ate." My heart melted. I missed her too. I was a bad sister to her on the other side. I didn't have the time to take care of her because I was preoccupied with Writan. Now that she's here, I think we should get along well. Pumasok kami sa bahay. Isinama ko si Sofia sa attic. "Do you want to go back there, Sof?" I asked her whole I comb her hair. She nodded. "I miss Yaya Es." I grinned. At least she has a good memory of the woman who took care of her. "When I go back there, I will thank

Ten years later... I would probably be nervous right now if this is my first time but it's not. Getting interviews were my day-to-day job in this world. "For ten years as a writer, we all know that you have achieved awards and praises as one of the biggest authors in our world and on the other. What do you feel about this, Ms. Claudia?" It's the same question I've been getting a lot. In a decade, there were massive changes for me in this world. Writing hundreds of novels gave me a lot of opportunities that I've never thought I would gain. Above all that, I'm still not happy. "I'm so honored to be entitled as one of the famous and biggest writers in our generation. I can't thank enough my supporters who are always there to cheer me up and buy my books. I'm so lucky." We're in this studio where the media of this world were all swarming to get my attention and interview me. It's not new to me anymore. "Ms, Claudia

I don't think lying is a good idea so I answered the truth. The truth is that I love his brother. Hanggang ngayon. Kahit na matagal na akong naghihintay sa kanya. Kahit na ayaw na siguro niya akong makita. My feelings for him can't be crushed for all of those reasons.I watched Wryan stood up and smiled at me but it didn't reach his eyes."I'm serious when I told you that I'd snatch you from him if he doesn't take you back, Claudia."Lumunok ako at tumango na lamang. He looked scary when his eyebrows were almost touching and his jaw clenching. He licked his lips and nodded at me before strolling outside the cafe.Ramdam ko ang malakas na pagtibok ng puso ko. He caught me off guard. I thought he was joking back in the car.Bumalik na ako sa kwarto ni Grandma. Ibinigay ko sa nurse ang binili kong salad para sa kanya. Inilagay ko naman sa maliit na table ang basket ng prutas."Grandma," tawag ko sa kanya.A smile was plastered on my face

Nang makarating kami sa mall ay hinila ako ni Sofia sa third floor. Naroon daw ang event. Sumunod na lang ako sa kanya kahit na sobrang bilis niya at kahit nangangatog ang tuhod ko.Ngayon ko unang makikita lahat ng mga taga-suporta ng mga books ko at hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala na darating ang araw na makikilala ako ng tao bilang isang manunulat.I remembered the nights that I drunk myself to sleep for me to get over at writing. Writing was my only escape from reality. Although, it makes me remember about me and Writan. Writing is my companion for ten years. I've written personal experiences on one of my stories and as much as I hate doing that, it makes my stories a bit sentimental for me.I love writing. It makes me feel alive. I didn't know why I started late in writing when I could've started younger than that. Writing a story is something to be proud of. I know a lot of writers know that. Even no one is acknowledging their works, it's