A/N: The last of the "setting the scene" chapters. Next chapters we will be seeing some actions. We have waited too long for some of those kaya ang Chapter 4 will definitely give us some of that. For the meantime, let us look into Gerald's past. Enjoy!
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Gerald's POV
That was her.
I could not believe my luck yesterday to run into Sarah Geronimo. Upon entering the elevator, I was hesitating to conclude that it was her. When she almost fell on her face, I was there to catch her and soon realised that it was definitely her. My heart thumped so fast and loud – half of the beat eager to gaze at her face again; but the other half scared to see her.
Sat in my Audi A3 at the University Car Park right now, the cold breeze of January air still hanged on a Wednesday morning. Face burrowed in my steering wheel, I could not help but think if I should still continue this job.
Yeah it would only be three months of teaching, but I know, sooner or later she would be inquisitively asking me of what have happened between us for the past ten years – why I have not talked to her, why I was avoiding her, why I have thrown away the friendship we have built back in elementary.
But I could not just tell to her face all the problems I have been through back then. She was my closest friend. She was the best person able to understand and comfort me. But it would be unfair of her to go through all the hell that I have had.
I could not help but think what would have happened if she knew about my miserable life. But the worst thing that I imagine not to happen, happened. Because of me being a jerk, I lost a friend.
I was a jerk. And still I am.
Did I regret what I have done to Sarah? Half of me say yes. But the other half saying that was the right thing to do back then.
But that is all in the past now… it is all in the past now...
**Flashback 10 years ago, the summer before High School**
After my basketball practice at the local park, I ran home to see a police car and a white unfamiliar car parked in our street. The black clouds that nestled above me were very foreboding. It was unusual for my family to have such visitors. As it was the afternoon for my parents to come back from their two-day business trip up in Tagaytay, I guess everyone was excited to see them as well. With all my curiosity and excitement, I went inside to see what this was all about.
I quicken my pace and opened the door. Greeted the room with Mom… Dad… Nandito na ako. Man I miss saying those words. But they were not there. Three unfamiliar faces instead were there that greeted me. Melancholic, sombre mood overshadowed the room.
The police soon broke the news. My parents were dead.
In an instant, my tears soon fell and I f* hated the feeling. Why do they have to leave me all of sudden? I was torn. I was so excited to see them. I was so excited to break the news that their only son got into the Sport Scholarship Program of Burdon High School. I wished I could have seen their faces.
I knew they were going to be proud – that would have been the best gift for them. My family was struggling just to make end’s meet; I was aware that they were doing their best to put me in a good school. Those happy faces of them that I long to see will be surely missed.
I was then escorted by the police and the two Social Welfare volunteers out of my house. They asked me if I had relatives around but all I could say is none. My parents had a relationship forsaken by my mother’s parents. She was disowned, humiliated and rejected for running away with a foreign man.
