The detective slipped his hands on his jacket and turned to her. Friya distanced herself at the safe radius. Skeptical about the sighting of her talking to a detective. She's pretty popular, yes, as the producer of a radio show.
She might head out if there was news that circle around her. Friya doesn't want to be the center of the talk. The detective sighed, mumbling, "You need to follow me to the station. Or don't you want the mirror of the cameras in your face?"
Friya rebutted, "I don't want any of them. I want this investigation to disclose only to me. I was the girlfriend before the accident..."
The detective cut her off, saying, "You are the ex-girlfriend, Ms. Friya Lee. An accident happened after you two broke up."
The man approached him. The wind whished through the east as Friya looked away. Annoyance painted all over her face as she exhaled. Friya crossed her arms over her chest.
"Stop playing around, you goof," she yapped, irritated at what her brother was doing. Fernand Lee, his brother, was a detective in Manila National Police Station.
"You don't want to call me a goof when you're my sister, idiot," Fernand retorted. He tucked his hands on his jacket, retrieved the results from the cameras around the highway. They started investigating the day after the accident. They don't who owned that car.
"I obtained the results. Examining surveillance cameras is difficult, you know. But we got a glimpse of the plate numbers. We are still searching who is the owner," he uttered, opening the paper. He showed it to Friya. She hitched it in a haste and scanned the page.
She skimmed through it, saw the numbers. Friya didn't know the combination. Fernand looked down, licked his lips, and said, "It must have been hard for you to move on now. I thought you two would get married this year?"
Friya got mad at those questions. She slapped the paper back to her brother and responded, "Stop that. It's all in the past now. All the plans dissipated, there's no reason to go back there anymore."
Fernand held the paper and folded it neatly. Friya stood there with glowering eyes, concluded, "He's happy now with another woman. I'm not the one who could destroy it. Besides, he's not my boyfriend anymore before the accident happened."
Fernand placed the paper back on his jacket and sighed. Friya turned to the side. The wind gusted her hair back. She tapped her foot impatiently. Fernand consoled, "I know you still love her, Friya. Don't deny it on yourself. It's hard to conceal those feelings when you have got used to his presence for a long time."
Friya shook her head. She wanted to admit it, but she's frightened about the results. She should move on with her life without him. Instead of bringing back his moments with her, he's recent memories were with someone else. That was the most painful part no one would have to imagine she can go through.
"You shared memories with him. If you gave up, that means you're forgetting the love you had with each other before everything fell apart." Friya's heart ached with that reflective thought coming from her brother. She clenched her jaw, sighing.
"It's been weeks. That woman must have filled in my spot. After all, it's only a temporary amnesia. He would still remember how I abandoned him before his accident," Friya breathed. Her eyes gleamed underneath the sunlight. Fernand didn't urge more. His sister might bawl her eyes out in the midday.
She hissed, let a tear fell down, but she doesn't show it to her brother. Fernand sighed, brushing her bristly eyebrows.
"It's okay to cry, if you're not okay. Remember that I am here to support you in any way you can. Don't overwork yourself. I need to go," Fernand gave off his beam. Friya chuckled a bit, didn't know how his brother had gone from authoritative to sweet and caring.
Fernand tap her shoulder, and walked past ahead of her. Friya called out to him, saying, "Be careful. You might get shot if you overwork yourself."
Fernand raised his hand and walked out of the rooftop. She breathed, stayed for a few moments after his brother left. She hissed, whispering, "The fate's playing jokes on me."
...
Feline was driving alongside Sean on the passenger seat. The bandage on his forehead seen on the side of the mirror. Sean brushed his hair a little, curious about his look. He beamed at his reflection. Feline chuckled at that.
She beckoned, "What? Why are you looking in the mirror like that? You still look great, don't be insecure."
Feline looked at her side mirror and on the front view. She chortled. Sean must have been conscious of how he looks now. Feline still mesmerize by his beauty, no doubt. He looked the same every day. Nothing ever changed with his charm.
Sean's dimples showed up as he looked in the front. Feline turned the car, swiveling the wheels on the road. She stopped it at the corner of the tall skyscraper. Sean gazed at the gorgeous fountain in front of the entrance. This must be the TSV Studios Feline talked about earlier.
It's fantastic to see the bushes around the fountain trimmed at its finest. All the employees swarmed in and out of the premise. Sean blinked several times, not knowing that it could be a dream. The building looked like it only exist in stories.
"That's where you work. I am, too. The TSV Studios," Feline introduced. Sean looked back at her, chuckling. Feline became anxious the moment he stare out once again. She stared at the car following them earlier, and it zoomed past. It's Sean's parents. Maybe they wanted to wait at their house.
Sean sighed as he murmured, "It must be good if I still remember how I work here. This place must be the definition of life for me."
Feline widened her eyes after that. She moved from her seat, in a haste to place her palm over Sean's eyes.