Soul Siren (OneDirectionFanFiction:HarryStyles/OC)

She was the winner of The X Factor Philippines. It was the only detail we were told about the artist that was lined up to be the opening act for our upcoming world tour. Simon made it clear that we don’t Google her even before we get to meet her, let the girl introduce herself to us so to make her more interesting to work with. We can’t help but get curious of course. What made her so special that Simon was so interested and invested with this certain local artist and get her signed to work with a huge name like us, One Direction?

None of us expected that the artist we’ll be working with would somehow clash with our happy-go-lucky personalities. We were not told that the girl had a very bittersweet past and that her life was not all about fame and fortune after she won The X Factor a year ago.

We didn’t expect that we will meet someone like Makie Romero, a soul siren.

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16. Sad Beautiful Tragic

Warning: Drama ahead. Go get a box of tissue or something.

 

 

To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          Sound check’s done. I can’t believe I cried during one of her songs. :(

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Makie does that most of the time.

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          You mean her songs are always like this depressing?  No one’s been bothered to ask but you?

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Just these past few shows after the whole surprise I told you about. She hides them with a smile so no one asks.

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          It’s just really weird. Songs does not normally do that to me.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Don’t worry. You’re not the first one to bawl while listening to her sing. Missed the chance to see how you looked like. ;)

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          I said cried NOT BAWL. The song was just really sad. You should really not mock me right now. I’m doing both of us a favor here.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Okay. You cried NOT BAWL. Geez, can’t you laugh to a joke? Loosen that uptightness, prissy elf. I can feel your temper radiate through the text message, and we’re hundreds of meters away from each other.

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          Actually, we’re just a wall apart. Makie and I are here in her dressing room next to yours. Vanessa told us to stay here and get some work done until she comes back from a phone call with Mr. Cowell.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          How’s Makie? What are you two working with?

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          Still the same. She’s still really quiet towards me. Vanessa’s making me supervise her with some Language and Literature worksheets.  I wasn’t informed that I’m going to be a private tutor too. She’s still got tons to do.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

You mean Vanessa still hasn’t informed Makie that you’re a nurse?

 

To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          No, not yet. And I don’t think Vanessa even plans to. Makie thinks I’m just her manager’s assistant. It makes my job really hard. She won’t open up until she knows, but Vanessa said Makie won’t like it.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          What are we going to do about it then?

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          BLOW ME.

 

 I almost threw my phone.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. :o So now you’re telling me you have a dick?

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          Sorry! That was meant for your stupid leprechaun friend.

 

 I glanced at the opposite end of the couch where Niall was sitting and did saw him with his phone clutched in his hands, a smirk etched in his face, probably waiting for Andie’s response. Right, they’re friends.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Ooohhh… You’re text buddies with Niall? :)

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          What buddies? Are you telling me you say ‘blow me’ to your ‘buddy’?

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Louis loves it when I tell him ‘blow me’. ;)

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          WTF? Don’t you have better things to do than text me really inappropriate things?

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          You were the one who texted BLOW ME first.

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          Well, it was not meant for you nor I did mean that one to be anything sexual at all! Niall’s being a big pain in the ass!

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          Aww, you do like our Nialler. <3

 

 To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          Shut up turd.

 

 To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

-          TEAM NANDIE FTW!!! :D

 

“Harry, who are you texting there?” Louis asked.

 

I looked at my phone and then back at Louis. “Oh, it’s just A-,”

 

My mouth was left wide agape when I suddenly heard a loud thump at the floor. All of us stared at Niall who fell off his seat and hissed, “That little bitch,” as he nursed his injured tailbone. We looked at him with disbelief for a while. Basically, not one of us have the slightest idea what were Niall and Andie talking about, but I reckon that ‘blow me’ response really meant the other way around for him.

 

“You alright there, mate?” Louis quickly asked him. Niall just gave us a nod and proceeded texting back by furiously tapping on his phone screen. Andie’s in for a huge text war with Niall Horan. “I’m sorry Harry, who was it again?”

 

“I’m texting Andie. You know, the new Filipina Vanessa introduced.” I told him. The rest of the boys got to meet Andie as Vanessa’s new assistant. Even Vanessa wanted to hide what’s her agenda by not telling Andie’s real job. I just stick to believe for the better. At least the boys won’t freak out that Makie basically needs a private nurse while she’s on tour.

 

“Andie Tiu?” Louis perked up. He quickly pulled me off the couch with him and said, “Harold! I need to have her number!”

 

I quickly shot him a confused stare and asked, “And why should you?”

 

“She’s cute,” Louis’ mischievous grin was so big I don’t even want to assume what he’s up to. You know Louis. He’s probably going to welcome the new girl with lots of pranks.  “And have I mentioned before that I believe she hates me? I met her couple of days ago. It was her first day I think. She came to me and asked if I knew where to find Makie. I thought she was a fan. I was quite puzzled why she stormed off pissed when I answered her using my quirky impression.”

 

Oh, so Louis was the chipmunk guy Andie told me. No wonder she got really pissed that day. She got lost and she met Louis of all people to ask for direction. “I just really need to say sorry if I offended her in some ways.” He explained.

 

I was not even able to have a say anything because Louis just instantly snatched my phone out of my hands and copied the number himself. There was no need to get harsh because I was willing it give it to him anyway.

 

Wow, first Niall, now Louis. My Oompa Loompa is in for a lot of trouble.

 

When Louis gave me back my phone, I quickly texted Andie back.

 

To: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

From: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

Niall fell off the couch btw. You sent him that ‘blow me’ text, didn’t you? ;) P.S. You’ll never get any peace of mind. Louis AKA Chipmunk guy just asked for your number. Don’t text him innuendos, he’s a big fan of sexting. You’re welcome, love. x

 

--------------------------------(Soul Siren)-----------------------------------

 

The last time I got to hold her tightly in an embrace, sparks and fireworks were present like it was the fourth of July. I have the most vivid memory of how butterflies fluttered in my stomach as wild as the same time we first kissed. It was magical; truly a wonder of what they called love. It was the best moment we shared. Not one stopped it from happening. Everything was right in place. The last time I got the chance to envelope her inside my arms in front of a full packed concert arena, I was making her feel my love for her. It was the very first instance that I was so sure myself that I am in love with Makie.

 

Then something snapped inside her and everything went into a bittersweet downfall.

 

Makie left me confused. I thought when I asked her to stay, she would. I was willing to forget every question in my head because it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m in love with her. She’s what matters to me. With something I thought she’d realize how madly in love with her, she just changed her mind and chose not to have me. I nearly broke, but I refused to. When people tried to prove to me she’s deceiving me and she’s not the best for me, I still chose her. When that moment came that I realized she’s not the girl I thought of her when we met, I still chose her. Even when she never told me anything, it was always Makie. Nothing’s going to change what I feel for her. I am in love with Makie. I hang on to the brittle hope that one day I will get to know the real her. That one day I will have the answers to the wonder that was Makie Romero. Hope made me grip on a thin piece of thread, and I’m still hanging on it up to this time.

 

This last night at Manchester, I’m determined for hope to change everything about us.

 

Andie told me don’t be afraid to show love. Especially now that I’m sure that Makie’s nowhere stable. Show her love, it’s the best way to help her. It doesn’t matter if Makie doesn’t return the same affection back, just as long as I can show her I’m there not to impose but to simply be there for her.

 

I waited patiently for her to come my way. I longed for her to be close to me, be inches away from me again. I’ve been hurting for a while, how for the past seven shows (read: I’m shamelessly counting) I have to endure seeing her go give Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall her amazing hugs then eventually just skip past me. You don’t have any idea how I just eat everything away. But this night, hope is there. I know it. I feel it.

 

Tonight, everything’s going to change.

 

The Makie Romero everyone knew bowed down to the audience in front of her. A smile etched in her face, but it wasn’t the same genuine smile I’ve seen and loved before. It was a show face, just so no one gets curious of what she’s feeling or going through. They never saw her up-close, just like I did. They never saw how her eyes casted blur shadows of painful sadness, regrets and sorrows. No one knew who Makie Romero truly is. They only met her exterior –the young girl who is the front act for One Direction-, no one even bothered to know who she really is.

 

Her beautiful giggles echoed the space around me. Somehow I was thankful my best friends get to make her laugh. I watched her get tackled by Liam, get playfully squished in a bear bug between Zayn and Niall, and then be hugged and twirled up a few feet in the air by Louis only to place her down right I front of me. Louis knew all about my sadness, so he’s trying his best to help me.  

 

Makie was surprised to be standing so close to me. With only mere inches that were our gap in between, I can read everything in her face. With everything happening so fast, minding that we don’t even have a moment to spare because the melody of the song the boys and I were about to sing already started, arms outstretched, I just wrapped every ache I felt around her. Though her limbs didn’t return the same action, I let it pass. I just want to be close. Feel her breathing against that patch of skin in my neck. Feel her heart beating in rhythm with mine.

 

“Let me sing for you. There’s no surprise like the last time. I just need you to listen to me. I going to ask you for the last time Makie, stay.” I whispered softly right in her ears. She didn’t say anything back. Her arms lay lifeless at her sides. I need no word of response. I just want her to stay.

 

As I let her go, I watched Makie’s eyes linger with mine. No glow. No soul. There was nothing.

 

This was the real Makie no one knew about. Empty.

 

She didn’t look back as she walked her way out of the stage. Louis had to pull me by my arm on to the center of the stage where Liam already started singing the lines of the song I wanted Makie to hear.

 

“Said I’d never leave her cause her hands fit like my t-shirt,

Tongue tied over three words, cursed.
Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt,
Bodies intertwined with her lips”


 

The other boys were soon all over the stage, greeting the fans in the front row with smiles and everything they had to offer for them. I stood frozen in the middle, not sure what to feel, or what to show the audience. Suddenly, I wasn’t there. It felt like I was numb of the cries and wails of the people around me. I can’t tell anyone that she’s affected me with that mere second touch we shared. Makie’s emptiness was within me.

 

 

“Now she’s feeling so low since she went solo
Hole in the middle of my heart like polo
and it’s no joke to me
so we can we do it all over again”


 

As we sang in chorus, I let my eyes’ gaze fall at the side of the stage. I was hoping to see Makie standing there, listening to every word in between the song.

 

 

“If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again”


 

And I saw her. Makie didn’t disappoint me this time. Standing next to Andie, she was there. She was listening to me. I got her to stay.

 


“Can we take the same road two days in the same clothes
and I know just what she’ll say if I make all this pain go
can we stop this for a minute
you know, I can tell that your heart isn’t in it or with it”


 

“Tell me with your mind, body and spirit
I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British
whether we’re together or apart
we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start”


 

There was still nothing. No emotion. No tear. Nothing shed at all. Makie watched me watch her from the stage. She was just listening to me.

  

“If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again”

 

I beat Zayn from singing the bridge. This was my plan, and I desperately need to do it now alone.

 


“You’ll never know how to make it on your own
And you’ll never show weakness for letting go
I guess you’re still hurt if this is over
But do you really want to be alone?”


 

The boys were confused to what the hell was I doing. I shook my head at them indicating to let me finish the song by singing it solo. I had my face straight to the sea of surprised fans that were just as clueless as my best friends right in front me.

 

“If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again”


 

As I repeated the same chorus, my eyes were now locked with Makie. It was also when the first tear fell down to my face. Sadness was painful. I was hurting. I didn’t know it will hurt this much. It hurt like hell; it ripped my heart in two and left me struggling. This was how it felt all along.

 

“If you’re pretending from the start like this,
With a tight grip, then my kiss
Can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me
And I can lend you broken parts
That might fit like this
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again”

 

My hoping was done. It was all up to Makie now.

 

Tonight, everything’s going to change.

 

--------------------------------(Soul Siren)-----------------------------------

 

To: Harry Styles (+000643123456)

From: Andie Tiu (+000643654321)

-          We need to talk. Tour bus. NOW.

 

Soon after I read her text, I didn’t twice of leaping off of the couch in the dressing room we were in and instantly left. I didn’t have any idea what was urgent that Andie needed to talk with me, but I was running faster than I was in a marathon. I assumed Makie has told her things and she needed to tell it to me personally.

 

The bus was deserted. I was expecting Andie to be waiting outside, prancing with jitters. But she wasn’t there. The door was open though, so I came in and looked for her myself. “Andie?” I called out loud enough for her to hear.

 

Then I saw light at the end of the bus where Makie’s place was. Was Andie with Makie in the room? I haven’t had the time to reply back and ask who did Andie meant with the ‘we’ in the message she sent me. What if it was really Makie who sent the text?

 

As I walked towards the room, I felt my heart racing madly in my chest. After a few more steps away, I stopped. For a second I was questioning myself. What if it was really Makie behind that door? Was I ready for this? After that breakdown during ‘Over Again’, I was unstable. I was distracted the whole show. I messed up some of my solos that Zayn and Liam had to cover for me. The boys knew something was wrong, but they didn’t ask this time. They didn’t even ask for Makie after the show. No one asked what’s happening with me or Makie. Just like Andie, they were observing.

 

I heard the door crack halfway open with Andie’s head out looking around. “Harry, is that you?” I noticed something different with the tone of her voice. It sounded like she was nervous. It’s like something’s wrong.

 

“Yeah, it’s me.” I replied as I took tentative steps towards the doorstep. 

 

As I was about to grab the door knob, Andie murmured a quick “I’m sorry Harry,” before the door flew wide open. To my surprise, it wasn’t Makie standing next to Andie. “She made me call you to come here.”

 

Vanessa stood in front of me, her lips a tight line and her feet ground firmly into the floor. Her hair was carefully tied into a low ponytail and there wasn’t a flaw in her make-up. She just stared at me with piercing eyes looking straight to me and I knew immediately everything about her at that very second meant ‘business’. “We need to talk.” Vanessa said to me with such authority in her voice. “Stay outside and do not let anyone in.” she commanded next to Andie who just nodded, displease written in her facial expression at the least, but pushed pass me before Vanessa pulled me in and closed the door behind us.

 

With my head messed up with questions once again, I stood motionless and tried to process something.

 

We stood there rely quiet for a while. I didn’t know what to say. Actually, my whole brain wasn’t functioning properly of what the hell is going on. What does Vanessa need to talk about now? Last time I checked, she told me I don’t deserve a minute with her because I piss her off. So why did she had a change of heart? “I’m not sure if I really should do this, if this is going to help at all, b-but…” Vanessa stammered. “I can’t keep hiding them anymore because it’s what making her worse.”

 

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising to a panic.

 

Vanessa reached out for my hand, her hand in an affectionate, mother sort of way, as she lead me to sit at the bottom edge of the small bed in the room. “The first time I met you, I have seen you interested to know who Makie is. As the days went on, I’ve seen that curiosity heightened. Every time Makie tried to keep her mouth shut with something about herself, I see you so much more invested to know why she’s doing it, what’s keeping her from saying things, what’s behind every expression, every feeling she chose not to show to any other one but herself. I’ve seen you smile with her innocence. I’ve seen you worry with her and what’s going through her nightmares. I’ve seen you so honest to tell me what you felt for her. I’ve seen you frustrated to know answers. I’ve seen you hurt just so to tell her you love her. Everything you’ve done made me realize that you were so brave to love someone like Makie. You don’t know her, but you chose to feel those for me. I truly admired you for that, so I decided to tell you some of the things I know because I felt you’re going to change Makie somehow. But then one stupid decision and there it was, I realized you’re just a foolish boy. You don’t know anything, how are you going to change her? You know nothing. Because behind that innocence, those nightmares, those frustrations you witnessed sets a story Makie kept on lying with all this time.” she said.

 

Staring at Vanessa as she tried to explain me some facts, I felt very uncomfortable. She just completely proved to me that Makie did lie to each and every one of us.

 

“I asked you if you believed in miracles, then I kept you hanging with much more questions. I’ve told you Arthur Romero’s dead, and then left the story there. But not even half of what Makie’s keeping from you. It doesn’t end there at all. When Makie found out that I must have told you some things, she made me promise. She said it’s for the better. No one have to know because it’s not part of the job. Not wanting to see her falter down, I complied with what she wants. I love Makie as she was my own daughter, but it was wrong. She was wrong, and I’ve become one of the reasons why she’s worsening now. I helped her lie.” Vanessa told me.

 

I can feel she was about to cry with her coming out clean to me. Instead, she cleared her throat and went on. “It happened the evening of her father’s birthday. Makie asked me to surprise him with a huge party, and so I did. The celebration was wonderful, everyone was having fun. No one could ever be happier than Arthur himself that very night, saying unending thank you to everyone who came. Arthur and Makie left the party early for Makie had an early call time for a show the following day. Arthur didn’t to be an inconvenience to anyone out saying everyone had already done so many for the surprise for him, the least he could do is drive her very tired daughter home. That night, we were suffering from a huge thunderstorm. It was like the weather wanted to tell a tragedy was going to happen. Rain was pouring so hard and thunders cracked and lit the whole sky. Makie’s terrified of thunders. The last time I saw Arthur, a huge smile formed his face while he tucked Makie in his arms, keeping her safe from the terrifying thunders. The last words Arthur told me was he’s very grateful of everything in his life, and that he made me promise I’ll always take care of Makie. I told him that I’ll always look after Makie like she was my own daughter. That night, they left the party with much happiness. Little did I know it was going to be the last time I’ll see Arthur alive.”

 

I was feeling really uneasy in the pit of my stomach. The conversation was starting to make me feel stress, mainly because I didn’t understand what she’s trying to say.

 

Vanessa wasted no time. Without even hesitating, she continued “Two hours later after they left, I received a frantic call from the police station that asked me to go to St. Michael’s Hospital. I was told that the emergency had something to do with Arthur and Makie Romero. I didn’t want to assume something bad happened to them, but I can’t help but worry. The police wanted to talk to me in such a hurry, so I drove as fast as I could to the hospital and there I found out about the accident.”

 

This wasn’t the story I was prepared to hear. I knew all along Arthur Romero was dead and this was what caused Makie her nightmares. Again, I was wrong. Vanessa failed to tell me Makie was with his father the night of the accident.

 

“They said it was caused by a faulty in the car’s break gear. In the investigation, the car hit a sharp curve and fell off a cliff twenty five feet deep. When the police man showed me pictures of the accident scene, I immediately choked to tears. The Sedan was a total wreck. It was impossible for someone to survive after the crash. The rain didn’t wash the blood away. Pool of deep scarlet liquid was everywhere. It was a nightmare. How can something tragic happen to someone like Arthur and Makie?” With every word she was telling me, I could feel every inch of sadness on Vanessa. This time I was sure she was on the verge of crying herself. “Arthur Romero was declared dead on arrival in the hospital. There was in no way possible to revive him. He died on the very same day of his 47th birthday. Do you know what makes everything sorrowful? He didn’t even get to say goodbye to Makie, to his only daughter that meant the world for him. He wasn’t given a last chance to tell her how he loved her so much.”

 

I felt Vanessa shaking beside me as she tried all her might to compose herself and finish what she started. I wasn’t okay myself. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears itself, but I was taking everything in. “W-What happened to Makie?” I asked quietly, trying not to break just so Vanessa won’t stop at all.

 

The middle aged woman shook her head and dried the tears that already traced down her cheeks. “I was told that the emergency team found Makie’s body a few feet away from the main crash site. Makie suffered four cracked ribs, her left lung punctured, broken bones in both arms and hips, and a serious head injury. I immediately looked for Makie, hoping I’d found her crying in somewhere and she’s safe. Then I saw her unconscious body lying on the emergency room, a team of doctors surrounded her, trying to save every inch of life they could. The white colored dress she wore was tainted with blood –hers and Arthurs. When I saw her, I thought she was dead too. I couldn’t hear any heartbeat from the monitor. I can’t see her taking breaths. Her face was full of cuts and her lips almost pale. For a second, I thought I lost her too.” Vanessa cried out.

 

Makie almost died- that was the only coherent in my mind and it panicked me more than I could have imagined.

 

“Suddenly, I heard a soft faint beat –an indicator that there was still life- and it came from her. They managed to take her away her from mortal peril. Makie was still there, barely hanging, barely alive, barely breathing, trying her very best to survive and cheat death that tried to take her away, just like what took Arthur from her.”

 

“I thought she was already saved, but no. Makie wasn’t able to become conscious. The whole twenty four hours of observation passed but she was still in a deep sleep. The hours that passed turned into days. Days became weeks. The weeks became long hard months. It took me a while to accept when her doctor said that she’s gone in to a deep state of coma after the accident. Further on her coma progressed into deeper scale, she was declared to be in a vegetative state. After four months, I was told that the chance of her waking up was less than fifteen percent and the chance of recovery is very low. In each of those days that passed by, I was losing hope, -the hope that she’ll never gain awareness ever again. She never showed any kind of movement. No eye fluttering open, no calling out for names, no nothing. For someone who doesn’t understand those technical terms the doctors explained, she was dead. And there was that shameful time that I believed myself that she really was, and I had to let her finally rest. Remove all those wires and machines off of her body and just leave her in peace with Arthur and her mother in heaven.” What I heard shocked me more than what Vanessa showed. She buried her dampened face in her shaking hands and bawled next to me. I said nothing to her in return, but everything inside me was screaming for a desperate need to hold on to Makie. 

 

These were the answers I have waited all this time. Everything Makie tried to hide and lie about. These were the answers to every pain, sadness and sorrow deep behind her eyes.

 

“I had to slap myself out of that stupid thought. I can’t do that. I promised Arthur I’d always take care of his daughter. Even if the chances are slip, though she’s hanging on a very thin line towards living again, I will be there. I will wait until she wakes up so I could tell her what happened to her father and help her.” Vanessa explained in between hurtful sobs that escaped her mouth.

 

A faint knock came from the door, but Vanessa chose to ignore it. “Makie was in coma for fourteen months. The doctors made everything possible for her to finally come out of the deep sleep but it was not easy. I waited patiently for her to recover. Every day I talked to her, hoping she’ll reply back. Every day I make her listen to her father’s songs, hoping she’ll finally open her eyes and sing with the melody. Every day I missed Makie. Every day I thought of how I am going to explain to her that Arthur’s dead. Every single day, I prayed for Arthur’s soul and for Makie’s fast recovery. I never missed a single day to call upon the Lord and help her.” Vanessa turned her face and finally looked at me. Tears strained her face, she announced, “Finally one day, I got all my prayers answered. Makie woke up after a long period of coma. A miracle happened.”

 

Do you believe in miracles? Vanessa wasn’t asking me about my faith. Now I understand why she asked about something intangible –something impossible. But then again, Vanessa proved me wrong. Miracles do exist. Makie being here with us is a miracle.

 

I had expected a different reaction rather than pure silence and an unreadable expression. I was left disappointed. Her stare once again fell at the ground. I heard her softly murmured, “But something’s changed.”

 

I didn’t get the chance to ask further. Vanessa didn’t get to continue with the story. We can hear the commotion. It was also obvious that Andie was talking, or rather, fighting with someone. The loud sound of something that shattered got both of us suddenly curious of what was happening outside.

 

The door flew wide open. Vanessa and I were shocked to find pieces of broken crystal glass on the doorstep and a very distraught Makie standing before us.

 

She looked worse than I’d ever seen her. The figure that was standing before certainly didn’t resemble the Makie I’d come to know. She was cold, weary and joyless. For the first time in months, I realized I have no idea what was going through her mind.   

 

The second she parted her lips to speak, I knew she heard everything Vanessa told me.

 

“My name is Maria Kirsten Romero. I’m eighteen years old. My father, Arthur Romero, died in a car accident and I… I…” her whole face crumpled. She looked really devastated. “I can’t remember anything else.”

    End Notes:  

I said I cried NOT BAWLED. 

 

Who am I kidding? I broke down after I proof read this whole thing last night. Like, I told my sister not to talk to me because I'm so unstable myself. Crazy really.

 

So who's got problem with their tear ducts right now? Let's all cry together.

 

----> @_AndieTiu 

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