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      A fairytale coming into reality

     


In my life, I really wished that fairytales existed. From the coming of the prince charming to the ‘happily ever after.’ I wanted to meet that one guy who will accept me for who I am and love me for what I am. Those were all my dreams that came into reality when I met Alvin.

Chapter 1

My name is Rachel Rosales. I was 16 years old during that time. I was a 1st year Accountancy student of Ateneo de Manila University. Actually, my family isn’t rich enough to afford Ateneo. I only had the chance to study here because of a scholarship. So I had to maintain grades. At first, it was quite hard being away from my family. But I got used to it after some time.

During my first day of class, I was really nervous for I don’t know anyone at all. As I entered my room, everyone was well acquainted with someone specific. I sat at the back seat. Naturally, I am a talkative girl. But in this kind of environment not knowing anyone, I don’t think I could afford to talk a lot. Suddenly, a young lady approached me.

“Hey there! My name is Jane Sarcon. You are?”

“Rachel Rosales. Nice meeting you.”

“Same here. Where are you from?”

“Ahm, I’m from Surigao City. How about you?”

“Just ‘round the corner. Anyway, seems like you don’t know anyone yet.”

“Seems like it.”

“Oh, come on. Let me introduce you to my peers.”

“You sure it’s alright?”

“Of course. They’re cool.”

She grabbed my hand and we went to her peers sitting across the room.

“Hey guys. This is Rachel Rosales. Rachel, these are Mary Grace, Jessie and Kaitlyn. “

“Hi Rachel. I’m Mary Grace Hernandez. Nice meeting you. You may sit here beside me.”

“Thanks Mary Grace.”

“Oh, dear. Long name. You may call me Grace.”

“Okey.”

“So, tell us about yourself.” That was Kaitlyn.

“What do you want to know?”

“From where did you finish you secondary education?”

“St. Paul University Surigao.”

“Ah. Mind if I ask?” It was Jessie.

“Go ahead.”

“Why travel so far away when you used to study in a university?”

“I only came here because of a scholarship. I never wanted to be away from my family. But I wanted to explore and have new experiences.”

“Good decision. Well thanks for choosing Ateneo.” It was from a guy who just approached.

“So, who is this beautiful young lady?”

“Oh, Rachel. This arrogant young man is Alvin Gonzago.”

“Honey Jane. Don’t embarrass me in front of this beautiful creation.”Everyone laughed.

“Nice meeting you, Rachel.” He offered his hand. I accepted it. And from that, I felt electricity.

“Nice meeting you too, Alvin.”

That was how I met a gorgeous man like Alvin Gonzago. Since that day, I became well acquainted with the company of Jane and her other peers. All the while, I am with them aside from the fact that we were classmates in most of the subjects. The only exception was my English subject wherein my company was Alvin. That was why we somehow became close with each other. I also knew that he was so good in Math and so with our major subject, Accounting.

“Hey Rachel.”

“Oh, hi Alvin.”

“Are you done with our homework in English?”

“Still on the process of making it. How about you?”

“Same here. What’s the title of your article?”

“It’s ‘A love to remember.’ How about yours?”

“Ahm, ‘The Lady I used to Love.’”

“Whoa! Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Someone from high school.”

“Your ex – girlfriend?”

“Nope. I didn’t have the chance.”

“May I know why?”

“Because every time I try, she turns out to be someone I don’t even know. And then she became the girlfriend of my two other close friends.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you at least tried?”

“Probably yes. I don’t know. Hey, why are you putting me on the line?”

“Nothing. I just want to know something about you.”

“How about you? Who’s that love to remember?”

“Nothing. Just someone I knew back in high school.”

“Oh, come on. Tell me.”

“Ahm, there was this guy who courted me when I was in 3rd year high school. He was 4th year high school that time.”

“And? You had a relationship?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“I became unfair with him. I used his physical outlook as a reason why we didn’t have a relationship. I only realized his worth and that I loved him when he had already left to study college somewhere.”

“Really?” He chuckled.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I never thought you could afford to do such thing.”

“And how come you concluded in that way?”

“Because when I first met you, you seemed so angelic and harmless for anyone.”

“Oh well. Not all first impressions are correct.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“But anyway, everybody does crazy things right?”

“Yeah right.”

“Well, what crazy thing have you done for that lady?”

“Ahm, I wrote a song for her and sang it on our acquaintance party.”

“Really? How sweet? She was lucky to have someone like you that loves her.”

“Seems like it.”

“But you know what; the pain I gave him came back to me so fast.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I fell in love with one of my batch mates a year after. We had a relationship for a week.”

“A week?!”

“Yes, a week. After we broke up, I found out that even before he courted me he already reunited with his ex – girlfriend.”

“Oh crap. You were hurt?”

“Of course, I was. But then it was his loss, not mine. I gave him much more than he deserves. It was his choice to have it undone.”

“You still love him?”

“Not anymore. I’d be much stupid if I did.”

“Good for you.”

“Why? You still love her?”

“Maybe. I don’t have a definite answer for that certain question.”

“Probably you still do.”

“How come you said that?”

“Because if you aren’t stuck with her anymore, it would be easy for you to answer a no.”

“Maybe.”

“Where is she now?”

“Studying somewhere. Pursuing her own dreams.”

“Then you should pursue your own as well. Probably, she is enjoying her life. And yet, here you are still in love with her.”

“Seems like the conversation is too serious. Can we join in?” It was Jane and the company.

“Oh, it’s just nothing. I and Rachel are just talking about our homework in English.”

“Really?! Well, geniuses, have you finished the homework in Accounting?”

“Of course!” We both answered her together.

“What a choir. Well then, let’s go and eat our lunch.”

“Where do we eat?” Kaitlyn asked.

“What about at the restaurant in front of the campus?”

“I better get going then. The canteen might full of students by now.” I usually don’t go with them at lunch. They usually eat at restaurants which isn’t included in my budget.

“Oh come on, Rachel. My treat. Don’t worry.” That was Alvin.

“You sure? I can’t pay you after this.”

“I’m not asking for something in return.”

“Well then, let’s go guys. I’m starving.” That was Jessie

Having them is one of the precious things that happened in my life. They were so cool. They accepted me for what I am. They remained humble despite the richness they have on Earth. I really like them for their company, especially Alvin. Deep inside, I really want to know the other side of Alvin Gonzago.

It was not long after when the thing I wanted to happen came into reality. I was at the library during that time writing a poem.

“Hey there.”

“Hi, Alvin.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just doing some stuff.”

“Specifically?”

“Writing poems?”

“You write poems?”

“Quite like that. It’s my way of expressing myself and the things I feel.”

“Great. At last.”

“What do you mean?”

“I finally found someone as crazy as I am.”

“Huh?!”

“Well, the person you’re talking to also write poems and is obsessed about it.”

“Oh really. I can’t believe it.”

“Of all people on Earth, Alvin Gonzago writes poems. Are you trying to say that?”

“Yeah. Quite like that.”

“Well my dear, I really do write poems. That’s the truth.”

“That’s great. Can I have the chance of reading your creations someday?”

“Of course, you can.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“What were you doing here in the library, anyway?”

“Looking for you.”

“And why would you do that?”

“I just want to chat with you.”

“Just want to chat with me? Or just want to make fun of me?”

“Both?”

“Whatever. Go on with what you want.”

“How many poems have you written?”

“Around 30 poems.”

“Whoa! You really are emotional.”

“It does not follow my dear.”

“Defend your answer.”

“Because I do prefer writing a lot of things than hurting myself in so many ways everybody else does.”

“Okey.”

“Does that satisfy you Mr. Gonzago?”

“Yes, Ms. Rosales.”

“Good. Can I do the asking this time?”

“Sure.”

“I just would like to know the complete story that happened between you and that girl, if you don’t mind.”

“I hope you’ll understand. But I wish not to talk about her anymore.”

“Seems like you really aren’t over her yet.”

“Whatever. Change topic?”

“Wait. What’s her name again?”

“It’s Kate.”





Chapter 2

It felt so fast with the way our friendship went through. It seemed like yesterday I doesn’t even know him. And yet now, here we are almost like best of friends. Even our common friends have noticed the closeness we now have.

I came to the point of asking myself of our status. But then, I disregarded that and just went with the flow of our friendship. But it was after the Acquaintance Party that I noticed the way he acted around me. As he walked me to the Dormitory, he suddenly held my hand while we were laughing and chatting. From then on, it became so natural for both of us to hold each other’s hands around the campus. A lot of people who knew us have asked if we had a relationship. All we tell them is that we were the closest of friends. No strings attached at all. He usually calls me ate and I call him kuya. Our peers came to the point of interrogating the two of us.

“Alvin, do you like Rachel?” Jane asked so directly

“There are some aspects about her that I like.”

“That isn’t the question.”

“Okey. I like her.”

“How about you Rachel?”

“Same answer?”

“Since both of you have mutual feelings, why not putting it to the next level of your relationship?”

We both kept quiet. Our peers left us alone for us to talk seriously.

“Kuya, actually, I was also wondering of our real status. It just seemed like everything was so fast for the two of us. I am not saying that we should go back to sort everything slowly. I admit I like the things that are happening between us. And right now, I want you to tell me if this relationship would go farther. Because if not, I might just as well slowly let go of you. I don’t want this admiration I have for you would go deeper. Because definitely, I would just get hurt. You know what I have been through, and I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Ate, I don’t think that we could be more than friends right now. I want you to know that I still have an unfinished business with Kate.”

“May I know what that is?”

“I can’t tell you right now. Probably at the right time, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about her.”

“But when can you finish that unfinished business?”

“I exactly don’t know. I’m still waiting. Probably, when we meet again.”

“May I know the possible day?”

“Maybe during the Semestral Break.”

“I could wait till that day.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Okey. But promise that we should stop first holding each other’s hands.”

“Sure. As long as you likewise promise me that I am really waiting for something. I don’t want to wait for something that did not even exist ever since.”

“Of course. I PROMISE!”

“Well then. What do we tell them?”

“We’re friends. Close friends.”

“That would be enough for them?”

“At the time being, maybe that would be enough for them.”

“Okey.”

That was the agreement we had. Yes, I might just get hurt in the end. But I want to take the risk of it and try to have it. I was too confident that he wouldn’t break his promise, aside from the fact that he actually admitted that his greatest fear at the moment is making me cry. I actually believed him with everything he said. Every single word he told me made me believe and trust with him.

It was somewhat the start of our lives together. We weren’t literally together but we are sharing a lot of things together. In almost all events, we are always seen together. It was quite hard on my part because it was easier this time for me to love him. There was nothing about him that isn’t lovable.

As days pass us by, it becomes harder for me to avoid in falling for him. First reason was, we were close friends. That’s something we both can’t deny. Second reason, aside from holding each other’s hands, he could still show his concern in so many ways that I would actually believe in the perception that he was doing it out of love for me. Third and last reason is that HE himself and his personality is something I would really fall into. He is the perfect replica of the person I wanted to have though ‘dream guys’ doesn’t really exist.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing kuya.”

“Ows?! Are you sure?”

“Yep, I’m sure.” I couldn’t tell him now. I just can’t.

“Alright then. We still have to go to the Mini Theater for the next class.”

“Okey.”

“Let me carry your stuffs.”

“No it’s alright. I can handle it.”

“I insist.”

“Fine! Whatever you say.” I just laughed at the thought that that simple gesture brings a smile in my heart.

We both walked to the Mini Theater. As we got in, we sat beside each other. The lights were turned off in order to have a nice ambience while watching a movie for our project. But suddenly in the middle of nowhere, he held my hand. I looked at him with shock and strangeness in my face.

“I just miss holding your hands. Most especially, I miss you.”

“You’re out of your mind. How come you’re saying that you miss when almost every day, we’re together?”

“Probably we are together, but never this close. And besides our peers are always watching over us.”

“Whatever you say. But remember that you were the first one who violated the agreement.”

“Yep. It’s my bet.”

“Whatever. Let’s just watch the movie.”

Yes, I was looking at the screen but my whole attention was on the hand holding mine. But then, I have to divert my attention and fortunately, it was effective. It was later when I felt so bored with what we were watching. I then held his hand and traced “BORED?” on his palm. We were doing that during this conversation.

“YES”

“ME TOO”

“I LOVE YOU”

I didn’t understand what he traced on my palm. It was too long. So I whispered to his ear,

“What was that? I didn’t get it. It was too long.”

He again traced on my palm the exact words. So I again whispered to him,

“Are you insane?”

“Nope.”

“Then probably you’re drunk.”

“You know that I don’t drink hard liquor.”

“Then what was that about?”

“I mean it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

“Well then if you really are serious, can you say that again? personally?”

He suddenly didn’t say a thing.

“I was right. You were just joking.”

“I LOVE YOU RACHEL ROSALES!”

I could really remember those exact words he told me. It all seemed pleasant music to my ears. I could almost faint in that particular chair I was sitting. I ran out of words to say. I actually didn’t know what to say or to react to those sweet words from him.

“You’re hurting my ego. I just told you I love you and yet you’re not saying anything?!”

“I’m sorry. I ran out of words to say. I really don’t know what to say. I’m really sorry.”

“Okey then. Rachel Rosales, I love you. You mean the world to me. My day seems incomplete without having a glimpse of your beautiful smile that brings gladness to my heart. Every time we are together, I could always feel that I don’t have to pretend. With you, I could be who really I am. I could always feel that with you, I really belong. So please, will you be my girlfriend?”

As he said those words, tears started to run down my cheeks. And he wiped them all away.

“Of course, Mr. Gonzago. Yes!”

He hugged me so tight. I just smiled.

“I love you, Alvin!”

“I love you more, Rachel!”



...to be continued

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