IN MEDIAS RES
"Don't they just have the right chemistry together on stage?" I leaned into his ear and whispered with a small smile on my face.
He chuckles and peered right at me, leaning his head towards my direction. "Oo nga, 'no? I wonder if there is, by any chance, a happy ending for the both of them?"
I straightened my back and cleared my throat, pushing the words I want to say back in the depths of my mind. "Well, we'll see!"
The ambiance of the theater was cold and eerily quiet - highlighting the performers on stage as people inside this room are focused on the show in front of us. We're currently watching the part where the protagonists of the story tries to fight for their second chance in love, however, I knew how this ends but I chose to keep quiet to let him figure out everything at the end of the story.
After the play has ended, everyone was left in tears on their seats, whilst some have gone quiet; as if they were left with no words. I glanced at the man beside me - the man who changed everything a few years ago. He was quiet since the climax had started in the story and I can't seem to decipher what his reaction might be after he watched the show.
"I never expected it to end that way," he says, shaking his head with a frown on his face. "I mean, if they really love each other, why didn't they choose to end up being together? There should've been a way. The playwright must've had a hard time writing this, don't you think?" He says to me, gesturing his hand at the stage's direction as the performers bow and the audience starts cheering and clapping their hands in awe.
"You think?" I bit my lip, trying my best not to grin from what he just said. "Maybe because love is a choice, and if one chooses love; it doesn't necessarily mean they have to end up together, right? Especially if fate doesn't let them to. Holding on means as much as letting go. When you love someone, you have to set them free when they're no longer meant to stay." I say as I try not to look at him so he wouldn't see the sadness that reflects in my eyes. It was all in the past now, I tell myself.
"You really know a lot of things, Felina," he laughs, nudging my shoulder with his. Nakitawa na lang din ako. Ayokong mag-isip siya ng kung anu-ano sa mga pinagsasabi ko. "Iisipin kong ikaw nagsulat ng script nila sa mga pinagsasabi mo."
I stare at him and rolled my eyes. You should've known me quite enough, Reese.
"What? Ba't bigla kang napatahimik d'yan? Don't tell me—" his words were cut mid-sentence when the host called out the persons behind the play one by one to come up on stage.
"...and now let us clap our hands to the playwright of this theater play! We wouldn't have done this without her. Let us welcome on stage, Miss Felina Quero!"
I stood up on my seat and grinned at the man who's wide eyed and gaping beside me - clearly surprised with what he just heard, perhaps.
"Well, I guess you're right. Maybe I am the playwright." I beamed, tapping his shoulder twice. "So, uhm, see you when I see you later then?" I waved my hand around the audience and walked up to the stage, leaving him confused and dumbfounded.