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

"Are you drunk, Samantha?"

that embracing me at the moment as it gives me the courage to face and talk to him. I could still remember what happened yesterday at the restaurant. And this

none of

gritted his

drunk. See, I can still talk to you." I don't know what's funny, but

that guy who sent

"I'm tired, I wanna go

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

him with wide eyes. "We have nothing to talk about, so let

haven't answered my question! Who was that guy driving

a silly question I thought. "By the way, why are you asking if

though what he had said wasn't a

and why did he send

the tone he used that it left me open-mouthed in my

my question, why were you

back to my senses. I slowly looked at the dress I was wearing... a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that perfectly showed all my curves and that only ended in my mid-thigh. Then I turned to

jealous, are you?" I

He frowned. Of course,

you're not around? And by the way, I will wear whatever I want and it's none of your business!"

don't care about you, I was just asking why he was with you

and turned around, giving him a sarcastic smile. "Okay, then let me revise my question! Why are

he didn't answer

time when you've

steps when I remembered something that will surely stride his

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

"What the hell---"

he was great and he really satisfied me tonight. Haist, if only 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 into a ball before I finally left him at the end of the stairs.

to live this way, tsk.tsk.tsk." and I started singing again, without

my throat as Luke suddenly pulled my hand and pinned me to the nearest wall. He was holding both my hands above my head as his other hand was on the side of

doing?" I asked, glaring at him, but instead of answering my question,

say again, he was good?

across my face as his face was merely