Prologue

How long has it been since I last saw her.

8 years?

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9 years?

We were still in 5th grade when she suddenly moved to Hawaii. Before leaving, she came to my house to bid her goodbye. I can still remember her eyes filled with tears as she repeatedly says that she doesn't want to part. She hugged me tight as if she never want to let go. She even bought a matching pair of rubber-made colorful bangles in hope that despite being apart we will not forget and will always think about each other.

At that time, I never really understood a thing.

I know we are best of friends; we are each other's bosom friend. And I also felt sad when she said that she will be leaving the Philippines and continue her studies in abroad, but I didn't really understand why she cried infront of me back then. I mean, is it really that bad?

I was too naive and clueless that I didn't really understand the concept of friends separating from each other. So at that time, I just brushed it off while having the thoughts, "I know we'll see each other again."

As time passes, I came to my senses. Even though that it is unlikely that we will never see each other again, the chances of reuniting is far from 1%. And I finally understood how she felt back then.

I felt so lonely.

No, saying that it's lonely is already an understatement. I even wished and hoped that until now she's still here by my side. No other person have ever treated me the same way as she did before.

I was close to give up the wish I have; a wish of seeing her and spend our time like what we used to be before.

I was so elated to see her again. I wondered if she see me, would she still recognize me.

And just like before, I'm still too naive. . .

Who knew. . . . that I would regret that silly wish.

I'm currently inside a grandeur dimly lit room . My ankles secured with silver chains. I trembled as I hear the echoes of stilettos approaching near the huge sandalwood door.

Oh no. . . She's here again. . .

When she opened the door, I reflexively hid under the blanket.

No, I don't wanna see her face.

I felt her seat beside me as she gently placed her hand over the blanket that is covering me.

"Are you asleep?"- She asked. Her voice gentle as if she is incapable of raising them.

"I can't believe that you'll be by my side again, my dear Dawn~"