One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 63: It's over now

~~Make believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. It must have been love, but it's over now. It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without. It must have been good, but I lost it somehow. IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE, BUT IT'S OVER NOW. From the moment we touched 'till the time had run out~~~

-Regine Velasquez-

We stayed outside for a few minutes before we decided to call it a night.

"Are you sure, you can walk?"

"Of course, I'm not paralyzed, duh!"

"Okay, I have to go, good night---I mean, good morning, Sam." He was about to kiss my cheek, but since I moved, the kiss landed on the corner of my lips. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to---"

"Don't mind it, it's fine, be careful while you're driving."

"Yup, I will."

"Thank you again, Paul, I enjoyed the night having you in the group."

He just nodded and smiled before opening the door to his car. I waved at him until he already disappeared on my sight.

When I turned around, a smile painted on my lips and a few seconds later, I started singing the same song again, not even knowing that someone was waiting for me in the living room. I even waved my hand in the air while the other was placed over my chest where my heart was.

"It must have been love, but it's over now. It must have been good, but I lost it somehow. It must have been love, but it's over now. From the moment we touched 'till I lost it somehow..."

I stopped right in front of the door and laughed at myself as I forgot the lyrics. And after a few moments, I decided to sing... no, the right word is to shout. I started shouting the parts I only remembered as I pushed the double wooden door.

"Make believing we're together! That I'm sheltered in your heart! It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without! So yeah--- it must have been love, but it's over now! It's finally over--- whoow!"

I suddenly lost my balance, but there were a strong pair of arms held my waist before I could even fall to the ground.

"What the hell!"

"Oops! I'm sorry--- oh, it's you! Hi, Mr Williams, we haven't seen in a long time. How are you?" I asked patting his cheeks.

"What the hell are you wearing--- wait, are you drunk?" He asked, his face turned sour as he let me stand on my own (with a slight push).

Why do you have to

"Are you drunk, Samantha?"

embracing me at the moment as it gives me the courage to face and talk to him.

none of your

He gritted his

drank but I'm not drunk. See, I can still talk to you." I

and who's that guy who sent

"I'm tired, I wanna go to my

so I turned and walked towards the stairs. But he was fast as he instantly came in front of me and blocked my way upstairs. "Where are you going?

I gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "We have nothing

still haven't answered my question! Who was that guy driving you home,

him?" What a silly question I thought. "By the way, why are you asking

nodded, even though what he had said wasn't a question, but a

did he

used that it left me open-mouthed in my

just staring at me? Why aren't you answering my question, why were you together? Is that why

the dress I was wearing... a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that perfectly showed all

you're not jealous, are

Of course,

do you suddenly care if who I was with? Am I asking who's with you whenever you're not around? And by the way, I will wear whatever I want and it's none of your business!" I

I was just asking why he was with you and why were you

Why are

few moments but he didn't answer my question. He just clenched

ask me next time when you've already answered my

a few steps when I remembered something that

way, your friend was good..." I smiled as I intentionally left

"What the hell---"

friend was good, I mean, he was great and he really satisfied me

I was under the influence of alcohol or I really saw how his facial expression changed from confused to furious after I mentioned those words. His fists had formed

again, without having the

hand and pinned me to the nearest wall. He was holding both my hands above

I asked, glaring at him, but instead of answering my question, he narrowed his

you say again, he was good? What do

across my face as his face was merely inches away from