A Love Full of Stars

Chapter 1: Inception

Leaving Seattle was the hardest part, yet the best decision I’ve made.

After years of living in the same cycle, I was finally able to reach the goal that I've ever dreamed of.

"Take care, darling. Update me if you're already in the Philippines. I love you."

"Yes Mom, I will. I love you too." I replied to Mom who's on the other line.

I ended the phone call and checked the time on it. When I figured out that I have nothing to do with this phone, I just put it back in my pocket. I turned my gaze to the plane’s window to see the beautiful view of the sky.

The flight attendant came and so I gave the empty glass that was filled with ginger ale earlier to her.

I had no list of plans on what to do once I go back to the Philippines, but I'm so happy that I'll get to pursue my dreams there.

As much as I want my parents to come with me, I know they have a lot of business matters to prioritize in Seattle right now.

My parents are both CEOs. Mom owns a famous entertainment company called "Variedad" that I think goes well with my mom’s management.

Dad, on the other hand, is the owner of the "De la Vega Enterprise" which is an entrepreneurship company.

Who could have thought, a high school loser is the offspring of two amazing people who eventually made economics alive again.

I was still a child when I've learned that they were forced to marry each other for the company's reputation and the dealership. But what's important is, that they learned to love each other amidst having an arranged marriage. Ironic, isn't it? But it's true.

Dad is a Spanish-Filipino and so is Mom. They are both strong and tough that's why I felt sad for when I saw the pain and misery in their eyes after knowing that I am... Ugh, where do I start?

A month ago, I received these massive bruises and rashes all over my body for no reason; I easily get tired, and the worst? I have my nose bleeding almost every freaking day.

That's when my Mom and I decided to go for a checkup. Only to find out...

That I have Leukemia.

Shocking, right? Even I was so shocked and surprised the first few days after learning about it. But yeah, s**t happens. And so, I have to accept that fact.

I had checkups every day. Took medicines and soggy vegetables that I often eat before.

There's also this eerie sound that is repeated every day, "Ms. Luna Rose De la Vega." ugh, how I hate it.

I thought I was okay until I saw my parents' reactions. They were so concerned and sad about it. Funny thing, they never showed me that they were in pain but it's very evident in their eyes. It always felt like they're the ones who suffer more—than me.

I don't really care about my health, I never did, and the news never pained me. What pained me more is how they handled my situation

Even if I rode a plane a thousand times, takeoffs and landings are always the most unpleasant experiences I will ever have in my entire life.

Within my numbered days, I still want to pursue my dreams, and live every second of my life. I want to enjoy and have fun. So, in case I got to leave the world, I'd be at least sleeping forever with a trace of happiness in my face before I do.

That explains why I'm here, sitting on an unnecessary private plane. To continue studying in the Philippines. To have the time of my life there. To pursue my dreams.

As we pass the cotton clouds and the bright blue sky, I wonder where will I go when things got worse.

Will mom and dad be ok if somehow I left? Will they be able to continue moving on?

I kept gawking at these birds below the clouds flying, and admire how they dash their wings to fly higher. Will I become one of them?

The quake of the plane as it drifts off to the sky, trying the fight the wind never gets old.

It still scares me like before. When as a family we travel around the world for their business problems, where mom used to hold me whenever the plane shakes vigorously.

I hope everything goes well in here. I get to see everyone related to me that I haven't been able to see in years.

And I hope they'll take care of mom and dad, for me at least.

Even if I drift my mind a thousand miles of thought I just couldn't help but ponder: When will be the end of me?

This thought has been in mind for the longest time since I've known.

When the time comes, I hope mom and dad will be able to handle me.

Maybe, if only I wasn't their only child, they would be as wounded as they are now. Maybe a sister or a brother could at least fill the hole that I will leave once I'm gone.

A lot of things will change once my time has come, no more Luna will appear on another doctor's appointment list.

But on the brighter side, I get to see the people I grew up with.

The people who raised me when my mom and dad were busy

Will they be surprised? Will they be upset?

I will be able to see the Villa that my parents built from the success they received.

I will be able to see the beauty of the country I once lived in.

Finally, my mind found peace, maybe this could be the start of something new.

I sighed in frustration. I got my phone and checked the time. I still have an estimated four hours of flight so I plugged my earphones, wore them, listened to punk music, and decided to sleep to escape boredom.

I guess leaving Seattle wasn't the hardest at all, maybe the world is.