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?"

know but his question made me laugh. Thanks to the spirit of alcohol 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 is the second time I've been to the club with Jack and her friends, but

none of

gritted his

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

and who's that guy who sent

I wanna

feel like answering his question, so I turned and walked towards the stairs. But he was fast as he instantly came

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

my question! Who was

a silly question I thought. "By

he had said wasn't a

why did he send you home? Where is your fucking

tone he used that it

answering my question, why were you together? Is that

that's pulled me 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

you're not jealous, are you?" I asked,

He frowned. Of

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

just asking why he was

revise my question! Why are you suddenly asking who's with me? Am I

but he didn't answer my question.

Tsk.tsk. just ask me next time when you've already answered my

steps when I

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

"What the hell---"

he was great and he really satisfied me tonight. Haist,

his facial expression changed from confused to furious after I mentioned those words. His fists had formed into a ball

If only I knew how good it is to live this way, tsk.tsk.tsk." and I started singing again, without having the slightest idea that he was following me upstairs. "It must have been love, but

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

of answering my question, he narrowed

good? What do you mean

as his face was merely