Mama, Lorenzo and Natalie didn't end up together. That's just a friendly goodbye. cindy_red03, what's your name? Thanks for reading, though it's the end. ;p Ate Anya, Jaja, wala lang. Haha. Thanks for reading everyone.
This is, well, kind of crap. Lol. Be the judge.
Next post will be my lengthy(or not) author's note. Thanks everyone!
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Epilogue
Years later
Matteo opened his eyes.
The train lurched to a stop. His body was flung to the chair in front of him. He nearly toppled over. Cussing under his breath, he sat properly and pressed the curtains aside.
It was a mid-November afternoon. Sunrays were barely reaching the horizon. The air was cold even he was on a fully carpeted box. Matteo sniffed; he was never friends with the cold.
His long legs stretched to the chair in front of him. Searching in his backpack, he touched the dog-eared journal which held his thoughts. He flipped through the pages. Matteo could not remember when he started jotting down private matters; it must be maturity that made him to.
His eyes scanned the dates. 2012. 2011. 2010. 2009. 2008. 2007. He stopped. Matteo was back at the first page of his journal. His handwriting marked the surface roughly. He remembered why; of course, it was what drove him to follow his calling.
He knew she would succeed. He never heard a thing from her except for the occasional stories from Megan and Kate. Oh, they separated during freshman year. The two met their former friends, Ria, Yanyan, and Anya. The five remained on the hip since then. They tried to hang out, but it never worked out to be a group once more.
His eyes drifted to his violin. Inside, he gloated in pride. He heeded her words – go after your dream. And he did. Matteo succeeded and received honors way beyond his imagination.
But life was tiring. At some point, you have to take a break.
Matteo went out of his compartment. The hall was flooded with amber. His stomach growled. Matteo followed to where the hall leads and arrived at a snack bar.
There was an event going on. A table for two was set in the middle of the room. There was the guy, a decent looking one, in his coat and denim jeans. Matteo settled on the stool and ordered a sandwich and a soda. Once again, he looked back.
There came the girl, wearing a lacy green dress. Her eyes did not drift to the guy first. Instead, it scanned the room, as if trying to remove her thoughts off what would happen. Then it landed to Matteo.
Natalie.
Matteo was sure of it. He could not open his mouth to yell a greeting. As embarrassing as it was, he would surely not mind. Natalie, the girl who was once his best friend. Natalie, the lady who grew and told him to move on. Natalie, the stranger of a woman.
He saw a hint of recognition in her eyes. Natalie briefly smiled before proceeding to the guy.
Matteo did not linger at the snack bar. He was too enticed by that stranger; he would not be able to control himself from asking her who she was. Instead of moving his legs, his feet only curled. Damn it, he thought, he had to go somewhere.
“Happy anniversary, Natalie.”
He knew it. Oh good gracious, his suspicions were proven correct. Matteo balled his fist. What could he do, hold the guy on his neck and—
It was not like he had romantic feelings towards Natalie.
They were best friends. Confidants. Partners in crime. The relationship they had was purely platonic, but Matteo knew better when he saw Lorenzo and Natalie together that last day in grade school. He was simply too late.
As he walked out of the snack bar, he did not spare a glance to the happy couple. Maybe that was the reason why he dreamt of them, specifically of her. Because she was so close, so reachable. If he just knew she was in the same train as she was. If they had just continued being friends—
All he could do was regret. All he could do was relive dreams, reminisce the good times, and visualize her. All he could do was to plant in his heart what was frozen in time.
Fin.
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