Marco Fernando Junior lay in bed, thinking about all the things he had endured in the past two years. The passing of his mother, his own child was born and then also left this world, also passed away, painful. He remembered that he could not close his eyes at night during the first three months he was away in Cavite. Guilt, anger, pain and frustration were able to claim him during those times. In the ninth month, he felt the emotions go away one by one, until finally, he started working again, left the house where Norman and Anne were and got a home of his own.Two weeks after moving in Manila, he was going through his things and found a few things that Hershey had given him over the years. These items of memorabilia, held tightly to his heart, reminding him of a sentence he had written on his heart saying that he would come back one day for her. Although he wanted to go back, he wasn't sure if he wanted to see her or not. After deliberating his heart and mind, he bought a plane ticke
Marco Fernando Jr. watched her expression, feeling her heart beat faster and her palms sweat. She was so beautiful, the brilliance of her brown eyes and white skin, wonderful.Hershey's eyes darted to her desk, glancing at the papers there. Holding the stacks, she cleared her throat, "We should get started with our day."Marco Junior nodded, "Yeah."Hershey lifted the papers to her chest and strode toward the door. With that step, her hip bit the papers that were left behind and knocked them down. Whispering under her breath, she whispered, "Owww." Bending down to pick them up, the ones in her hands were also sent flying. She closed her eyes. That's what she got for not paying attention.Marco Junior bent down to help her pick up the papers, a smile on his face. "How did you do that?"Hershey glanced at him, her eyes meeting his bright green eyes. "It was just an accident."He grinned, "Are you paying attention Chocolate?"He watched the glow on her cheeks and then spread across her f
He looked up into dark emerald eyes, unwavering. Derek pushed aside the chills of discomfort and extended his hand, "I apologize about that." He stared at the young man wearing blue jean shorts, tennis shoes and a yellow and white striped polo shirt. When their hands came together, the handshake was short. Derek glanced at Tyler, "Do you want to come with us?" Tyler raised an eyebrow, sensing the anger between the two men. He said, "No, it's ok, Marc and I are going..." "Hey, I say go for it," he asked. Marc stated, his eyes on Hershey. Tyler looked at him. "Marc, if they want to be alone..." "No, it's cool let him, I'd like to hear how you met." Derek stated, making room for Tyler and Marc Junior. Marc sat next to Hershey, who was near the booth. Derek turned his gaze back to Marc, who just glared. Marc's eyes landed on him, meeting his gaze with a blank stare. When Tyler cleared his throat, he glanced down at the menu on his side of the table, "So, what's recommendable here?"
Hershey took a deep breath and finished his lunch with Derek. As much as she tried to focus, she couldn't help but hope that Marco Fernando Jr. would be okay. I hope he will be okay. She listened, until Marc's name fell from her lips. This caused her to pause in her thoughts. Her attention was focused on what Derek was saying awhile ago, "...and with the clothes he wears, you could tell he grew up here, I mean with that accent, he can't be from another place." Derek turned his gaze to Hershey, "You actually went out with him?" Hershey frowns, "What's wrong with him?" "He doesn't seem like your type, that's all." "What do you mean, Derek?" "You know, he is..." Derek racked his brain for a word to describe him, but came up empty. "I don't know. He doesn't even look like your type. His clothes are not fashionable and what about his hair? The creepy eyes." Hershey smiled, "Are you jealous of him, Derek?" Derek cleared his throat, "No, I just can't figure him to be your type, that's
(Two Days Later) Marco Fernando Jr. woke up on Thursday morning and went into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. Leaning against the icebox, he rummaged through what was available. Seeing that there was none, he grinned and opened the freezer, it was also bare, empty. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he closed the fridge and thought about what to eat. He didn't have much money, considering the fact that after paying his rent for the month, and the month he was going to spend here, he was able to buy a round trip plane ticket, leaving enough to rent a car. He was an idiot for paying two thousand pesos for the car for the whole week and insurance that cost extra to cover. Now as he thought about it, he could have taken a jeep to SM supermarket, He made a mental note to file it away for the next time he visited. Sighing, he looked at the clock. It was half past seven in the morning, he still had plenty of time to get to the store and back. Running up to his room, he opened the cl
Hershey turned on the radio in the car, to the nearest soul R&B station. A Celine Dion song is playing. Her smooth sweet deep voice always seemed to calm Hershey. Celine Dion has to be her absolute favorite, and Toni Braxton too. It seems as she got older, her taste in music changed more. When she was young, all she listened to was hip-hop. After her best friend Stacy died in seventh grade, she drifted into more soulful ballads and now, as an adult, she's completely into soul, including some old jazz sounds. Sighing, Hershey stopped at the traffic lights, when it turned green, she continued driving towards her house. After opening the door, Hershey looked over at her nineteen-year-old sister, who had been studying with her for the past year at the local community college. She will go for an Associate degree in Business first and then go back to school to get a degree in fashion management. "Get up and help me with the groceries Vicki!" "I don't recall Mom asking you to buy the who
Marc Junior raised an eyebrow in alarm. He reached out for her hand, ignoring the vigorous flow of blood at just one touch. "What are you doing?" She quarried, her eyes darting between him and her hand frantically. She was slowly pulled to where he was standing. She followed. It was the only reaction her pounding heart and dry mouth allowed. When she was nestled in between his legs, he whispered, "Sit down Chocolate." Her body immediately obeyed what she wanted to deny. A drop on his knee and he was kneeling in front of her. She avoided looking at his eyes. He touched her chin, "Chocolate, please, look at me."His voice was mixed with emotion. Hershey's eyes widened at him. She stared at the shiny dark emeralds in awe. Why do they have to be beautiful? "What are you jealous of?" She shrugged. "It's not that important." Marc Junior tasted it,"If it bothers you, eh." Hershey sighed, "Whatever." Marc Junior smiled, "Do you want me to be alone for a while?" Marco teased. Hershey's
Over the next two weeks, Marc Junior and Hershey got to know each other again. Their past was gradually dominated by trust and love. Marc changed the date of his ticket back to Shanghai, China for a week's extension, just so he wouldn't have to leave so early. Marc Junior knew he wanted to come back, but there were a lot of loose ends to tie up in Shanghai. Said goodbye to Andrew and Tanya, as well as working at his job, with the apartment, he had to do something. On Tuesday night in the office, Hershey was sitting on top of her desk, legs crossed, wearing a three piece blue and beige suit. The beige blazer is covered with a sky blue quarter sleeve blouse underneath. The beige skirt she was wearing was knee-length, but when she sat down, the skirt slipped down to mid-thigh. She yanks pieces of paper from her printer and shoots them through the ring. There was a knock on the door, she thought it was Tyler, coming in to gossip about the incompetent staff, which she somehow always got.