CHAPTER 60
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At the back of my head lies a little hope that he'll be able to understand through my words that I didn't meant to be hurtful. I just...I just wanted him to withdraw from his idea. Isn't it too unbearable for him to at least answer a question I deserve to know? What was even so hard about it that he'd go so much to even ask me to undress myself in front of him?
Is doing it and following him is the option for him to tell me the truth? All this time, his ill-tempered behavior was just a mask that he uses as defense mechanism, but why does it feel like I'm wrong with my hunches. Why do I sense that I was wrong with what I believe about him having a good side?
Wasn't there any good traits left from this man above me?
I glance once last time from his oceanic-blue eyes tainted by so much fury as such pair glare back at me. Looking at it just makes me small, as it his eyes could kill me every time I try to look at them now. Once more, I withdraw my sight away from him as I remain to be shut but his next move.
He held both my wrist above my head as his free hand swiftly remove the knot of my robe, exposing my bra. I closed my eyes from fear and just can't help myself but cry, "Please...Don't do this, Florante. I beg of you." and as a tear flow down my closed eyelids, I suddenly felt him stop.
But what surprised me wasn't the fact the he actually stopped, but rather, when he suddenly kissed the trace of my fallen tear. But it didn't stop there, Florante abruptly went on his feet and immediately pulled me into his chest as he tightly circled his arms around me. His embrace was so warm that I could no longer contain my emotion that I had to burst into a silent cry against his loosen robe that exposes his tanned chest.
"There are questions, I really can't answer. If you'll respect that, then this won't ever happen again." he took a short pause before adding, "I really hate explaining myself to people, Emalia." He suddenly said that abruptly stop me from crying.
I lifted my head enough to gaze upon his eyes and I can no longer see the mad vibe that tainted those pair of ocean hue eyes of him. Am I spared from his wrath once more? He looks calmer and composed now unlike a few moments ago.
Looking at myself being comforted by the man who just recently wanted to harass me is a complete laugh bag. But even knowing that, being pressed against his warm body relaxed my shaking nerves quickly. I was even able to vent out my emotions which I am trying to confide for a while. I tried acting strong yet the moment he clasp me in his arms, I immediately gave in like a total weakling that needed some consoling.
Florante placed his finger on the surface of cheek with a trace left by the tear. And as he wiped it off he said, "But I can see that no matter how I try to prevent or scare you from knowing the truth, you still won't stop pestering me about it in the coming days."
I still remain shut as I am guilty of what he said, I may have retreated now but that doesn't mean I'll stop from here.
Florante held on my jaw with both his large hands, completely taking my whole head on his palm, as he muttered, "As I told you, I really hate explaining myself but perhaps if I show you the least you would finally decide to stop from here." He said that confused me. I was immersed by thinking what he just said when he drags my face to pressed against him and kiss me.
This is so much more than I unexpected, he might not have exploited my body but he still seized my lips once again while I am unguarded. But what is this sudden feeling? It's like burning my throat, it's different from when he tried infusing me with an essence that hydrated me.
The flame inside my throat swiftly spread out my body, heating up every inch of my skin. I had to withdraw from his lips as I could no longer contain the pressure. What did he just do to me?
I held into my neck as my throat feels as though it is on fire. I couldn't even breathe properly that I got myself fallen into the bed out of the burning pain I felt inside. This flaming sting that quickly spread in my body has taken even my vision from me.
"Florante, help me please!" asking him was the most pathetic thing I did but I am hopeless, I only just wish he would have the smallest tinge of mercy to at least help me for the last time.
loosing my vision just frightened me even more, I tried spread my hand to reach for Florante. He held my hand and it was cold enough to soothe my burning palm. And then his voice reached to my ear as he whispered, "Come back soon, I'll be waiting." and as his voice trailed off, so as the burning pain.
Everything is gone--completely. Even Florante and the whole surrounding was no longer there the moment I open my eyes again. All I could see now is familiar beach, it's after twilight and the whole place is beginning to go dark. When I tried observing the familiarity of the whole beach, I am sure that this is no other then the beach of San Ildefonso.
The beach of San Ildefonso, with unblemished sand that extends, is a long and beautiful, smack blast amidst the warm sun during daybreak. Around the country, it is of no doubt the most prominent for its delightful flawless and serene shoreline.
The faultless sand expands more till the skyline with totally clear waters perfect for water wears in the Philippines. Astonishing rock arrangements and white sand shocking-long coastline with best perspectives amid dawn and dusk that anyone who stands foot in this beach, can witness a delightful show of tints end up noticeably known.
But above all these, what on earth am I currently doing in San Ildefonso beach? Does this mean I'm finally free?
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