September 25, 2021
5:00 PM

"Nakakapagod talaga pag P.E. last subject natin." Feather shook her head. She and Angel are neighbors as she live only a few houses away from her.

The ride home from Stradborgh Academy takes an hour especially now that rainy season has arrived.
They decided to take the bus so they can sit comfortably.

They were able to find vacant seats at the middle as passengers began filling up the bus. Angel secretly thanked God that they were able to find a comfortable spot at the middle despite the rush hour.

"Mabuti na rin yon para hindi tayo pagod na kakasimula ng araw. At least, kapag last subject, diretso uwi na." Angel pointed out. They talk with their eyes closed, both exhausted from classes.

The bus moved again and treaded down the busy roads of Quezon City. Rain even started pouring out which added to the feeling of not wanting to move one muscle from their position.

Meanwhile, Angel doesn't have any idea that the mystery singer sits behind them. He, too, has his eyes closed as he had a rough day.

He began humming an old tune and started singing softly and sometimes, opens his eyes to see his surroundings. Hindi sya masyadong pamilyar sa lugar at ayaw niyang maligaw kaya kahit anong pilit ng mga mata nyang umidlip ay hindi nya magawa.

"In my hands, I have your photo..
In my hands are pictures of you." He sang softly and let himself drown to the memories of the past. Of his first love. Of the love lost.

Angel thought she was dreaming again. But the voice resonated from somewhere.

She was seated beside the window and she tried to look at the person in front of her.

Weird. Tulog naman itong nasa harapan. Angel thought, frowning.

She thought of getting her mirror to pretend she's checking herself out and she did so. Still, she cannot see the person behind her.

All she could see is his blue and white jacket and his blue cap. She sighed and gave up.

"Sissy!" Feather nudged her, snapping her out of reverie. Angel blinked, "tara na uy!"

"Ah. Oo." Angel nodded and gripped on her backpack as they stood up to get out of the bus.

Maybe, she is not destined to meet him.