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).

you have to push

"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 is the second time I've been to

none of

gritted

but I'm not drunk. See, I can still

you and who's that guy who sent you

I yawned. "I'm tired, I wanna go to my

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

"We have nothing to talk about, so let me

Who was that guy driving

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

he

with him and why did he send you home? Where is your

by the tone he used

you answering my question,

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

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

He frowned. Of course, he's

by the way, I will wear whatever I want and it's none

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

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

didn't answer my question. He

next time when you've already answered

when I remembered something that will surely

your friend was good..." I smiled

"What the hell---"

he was great and he really satisfied me tonight. Haist, if only I knew it then... hmm...

imagining things because 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

only I knew how good it is to live this way, tsk.tsk.tsk." and I started singing again, without

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

hell are you doing?" I asked, glaring at him, but instead of answering my question, he narrowed

again, he was good?

face as his face was merely