Jay POV
I was sitting on my bed, twhen Keifer leaned casually against the doorframe.
"Why didn't you just call me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Instead of coming to my house and making my dad think you were a thief?"
Keifer smirked, walking closer. "And miss seeing the look on your dad's face? Not a chance. Totally worth it."
I shook my head, trying not to laugh, but a small smile escaped anyway. "You're impossible."
We talked and laughed for a while, letting the tension of earlier fade. For a moment, it was just the two of us—no school, no pranks, no chaos—just quiet and comfort.
Keifer moved toward my desk, pretending to look for something. I watched him carefully, suspicious. Then he picked up a small item and turned around holding a framed photo.
"Who's he?" he asked casually.
My heart skipped. Without thinking, I lunged and snatched the frame from him. "Don't touch that." My voice was sharper than I intended.
"I'm just asking," Keifer said, tilting his head, "who's this guy?"
"It's… not something you must know," I muttered, walking back to the bed. I sat down on the edge, holding the frame carefully in my hands, staring at it as if the sunlight might make it vanish.
Keifer came and sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his shoulder. "Is he… the prince?" he asked softly.
I glanced at him, the faintest blush warming my cheeks. "You… you heard the story."
Keifer nodded slowly, as if piecing together the mystery I had left behind in my tale. "Everything."
I turned back to the picture in my hand, my fingers tracing the edges. My chest felt tight, memories flooding back—the pride, the loss, the lessons learned.
"He… his name is Adrian Valente Rosario," I whispered finally, my voice soft.
Keifer just looked at me, the faintest smile tugging at his lips, understanding more than words could say.
The silence between us was warm, heavy with unspoken thoughts, as I held Adrian's photo close.
End of Chapter 📖 Chapter 47 – The Prince
Jay POV
I was sitting on my bed, the late afternoon sunlight spilling across my room, when Keifer leaned casually against the doorframe.
"Why didn't you just call me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Instead of coming to my house and making my dad think you were a thief?"
Keifer smirked, walking closer. "And miss seeing the look on your dad's face? Not a chance. Totally worth it."
I shook my head, trying not to laugh, but a small smile escaped anyway. "You're impossible."
We talked and laughed for a while, letting the tension of earlier fade. For a moment, it was just the two of us—no school, no pranks, no chaos—just quiet and comfort.
Keifer moved toward my desk, pretending to look for something. I watched him carefully, suspicious. Then he picked up a small item and turned around holding a framed photo.
"Who's he?" he asked casually.
My heart skipped. Without thinking, I lunged and snatched the frame from him. "Don't touch that." My voice was sharper than I intended.
"I'm just asking," Keifer said, tilting his head, "who's this guy?"
"It's… not something you must know," I muttered, walking back to the bed. I sat down on the edge, holding the frame carefully in my hands, staring at it as if the sunlight might make it vanish.
Keifer came and sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his shoulder. "Is he… the prince?" he asked softly.
I glanced at him, the faintest blush warming my cheeks. "You… you heard the story."
Keifer nodded slowly, as if piecing together the mystery I had left behind in my tale. "Everything."
I turned back to the picture in my hand, my fingers tracing the edges. My chest felt tight, memories flooding back—the pride, the loss, the lessons learned.
"He… his name is Adrian Valente Rosario," I whispered finally, my voice soft.
Keifer just looked at me, the faintest smile tugging at his lips, understanding more than words could say.
The silence between us was warm, heavy with unspoken thoughts, as I held Adrian's photo close.
End of Chapter 📖