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    All Over Again ayreezh

    "Believe me..."

    "I believe you."

    I've read somewhere that the length of time a person should be able to move on from a "break up" is 1/3 of the time

    that the couple was together. But what does "together" mean?

    Is it the time when you start having feelings for the person? Is it the time when you start just being with the person?

    What if the person was forcefully taken away? What if the person never cared? Does science or society set up any

    rules for those kinds of situations?

    When is it okay to care for someone again? When is it okay to fall in love without the guilt? When is it okay to be with

    someone again? When is it okay to find solace in someone else? When is it okay to be okay?

    This is what happened after the Terminal. This is the continuation of life.

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    Posters:

    | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

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    Trailer:

    Gotta Be Somebody

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    ::Prologue:: Dead & Gone ?.~*~..~*~.?

    (Jerwin's POV) ---------------- ?

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    Oh great.. I'm lost..

    I've been driving around the same neighborhood for about an hour now.. and I still can't figure out where I'm

    supposed to turn.. Seeing this cemetery for about the nth time is already giving me the creeps.. It's like seeing death

    over and over and over again.. and the number of cars parked on the side of the street.....

    Someone's burial....

    I knew I should have just taken a cab instead of renting this car.. -__- It's been ten years since I last came home fromthe States.. I should've listened to my parents when they "offered" to pick me up..

    *sigh* But who am I kidding? They're too busy to actually consider picking me up. It's just part of their whole "good

    parents" facade.

    I parked my rented car a few feet away from the cemetery's entrance -- just behind the last car that's probably there

    for the burial.. I know I shouldn't crash some person's burial -- it's not like I'm actually crashing the burial, I'm just

    parking with them..... But I don't want to drive around for another hour!

    I took out the new phone I got just before my flight from LA, and dialed my parents' house number.. Technology

    today.. it does wonders -- allowing me to call whenever, wherever -- using a phone from another part of the world.

    two rings.. three.. four..

    "Hello?"

    Oh my gosh, she's home.. O_O

    Ako: Mom? It's Jerwin. Mom: Jerwin! Where are you?!? Kanina ka pa dapat nakarating dito sa bahay ah! Ako: I know,

    but I'm lost. I think I'm somewhere near the neighborhood.. but I can't remember where to turn.. Mom: Where are

    you? Ipapasundo na lang kita sa driver. Ako: No, it's ok, mom.. Just tell me where to go. I'm at the.. cemetery.. Mom:

    The front entrance?

    Napatingin ako dun sa entrance nung sementeryo.. Guards, a huge gate.. and a moderately sized board that bears

    the name, "Garden of Lilies"..

    Is that supposed to be associated with the term "heavenly garden"? -___-

    Mom: Jerwin? Ako: Yea.. I think I'm at the front entrance.

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    I took out a receipt from something I bought from the airport earlier, then started writing the directions my mom was

    throwing at me..

    After a few minutes of making sure I got it, I hang up.. I looked at the directions and frowned.. and here I thought I

    was near our house already.. Turns out I need to make at least 5 more rights and lefts..

    Just when I'm about to pull out from the side of the street, people started pouring out of the cemetery's gates.. The

    service must be finished.. Man.. I might as well wait until they all clear up -- I don't want the problem of running

    someone over on my first day home..

    People started to go into their own cars, while others stood on the corner street still talking -- or crying.. Most of the

    people look young.. Probably around the same age as me..

    I wonder if they buried a teacher.. or a principal?

    I was still looking at the rush of people when my eyes fell on a certain group -- well, more like on a certain someone in

    that group.. They approached the parked cars, probably saying their "thanks for coming" kind of thing.. The family?

    or.. uh, siblings? cousins? They all look too young to be parents.. unless they buried an infant. -__- But then again,

    what's with the number of the teenagers scurrying around?

    Anyway, I stared at the girl.. She, like most of everyone else, was wearing white.. Her hair was wind-blown.. and,

    although she was following the girl and the boy, who were peering into cars' windows, she was just staring into

    space, frequently led to the next car by another girl and a very.. uh.. feminine-looking guy..

    I should just leave..

    It would feel odd kung pati ako bigla nilang lapitan.. I shouldn't intrude on their grief.. O_O Wait, why are they walking

    towards me!??

    Oh crap! They probably think I attended the burial too..

    The group stopped right next to my car, and the guy and the girl (who, I notice now, must be siblings considering how

    much alike they look) did their thing..

    Girl 1: Thank you for coming. Ako: I'm sorry for your lost. Boy 1: Yes. Thank you.

    These people look exhausted.

    Their eyes are red -- probably from crying or lack of sleep or both.. Their shoulders are slumped, as if they just want

    to go back and mourn again..

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    My gaze fell again on the girl I was staring at earlier.. She was standing behind the siblings now, still staring into

    space.. She certainly emanates a different kind of aura from the other grief-stricken people.. But she wasn't crying..

    Her face wasn't tear-stricken nor her eyes show any trace of redness..

    The two people on each of her side appear to be supporting her.. Although, I can't seem to understand why.. She

    couldn't be family since she's not the one peering or talking to people who attended the service.. She doesn't

    resemble the siblings in any way.. She doesn't seem to be in grief.. Yet people glance at her with sympathy.. the two

    people beside her are holding her arms as if she'll break into pieces if they let go...

    Suddenly, the girl turned and met my gaze.. She stared as I stared back..

    ..and I froze..

    No.. she doesn't look exhausted.. She doesn't look grief-stricken..

    She looks deprived of life.. She.. She looks dead...

    Just then, the girl and the boy, who talked to me earlier, turned to go to this lifeless girl.. No wonder they're all

    hovering around this being..

    Girl 1: Let's go.. Girl 2: Halika na, best friend.. You've been through enough today..

    I thought she wouldn't answer.. I mean really, come on, when someone is like that, nagsasalita pa ba un? But... The

    lifeless girl can talk.. or mumble, at least..

    Lifeless Girl: You're done?

    Her voice was steady, barely a whisper, but it was steady.. It would have been a sweet, perfectly-toned voice... if it

    wasn't so stressed with pain..

    Girl 1: Oo.. We're done, Venice..

    They led her away to where they probably parked.. I followed them with my eyes for some time, then shook my head..

    Lots of bad things really happen in this world..

    I pulled out of the side of the street and started to drive away..

    But for some reason, I couldn't help but replay the expression on that girl's face.. May kung anong curse siguro ung

    sementeryo na un.. It plays tricks on your mind...

    ::Chapter 1::

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    Aquarius ?.~*~..~*~.?

    about 2 years later...

    (Jerwin's POV) ---------------- ?

    "Today, something will come along your way that is bound to change your life. Do not try to avoid the inevitable."

    It's another one of those usual bland, early mornings before I go to work and my sister, Jeanette, would set off for

    school.. And like always, the dining room is populated by just the two of us and the housekeeper, who would set our

    breakfast on the table and then go back to the kitchen..

    Don't bother asking where my parents are.. Maagang umaalis for who knows what, and then come back whenever

    they feel like they should -- which could be days or weeks at a time..

    Part of the whole morning ritual is Jean's weird habit of reading the horoscope section of the newspaper, katulad ng

    ginagawa nya ngayon..

    Ako: Horoscope mo today? Jean: No, kuya.. This one's yours. Nabasa ko na ung akin, di ka ba nakikinig? Ako: Not

    really. Jean: Jeez.. But anyway.. Kuya! Something is bound to change your life daw! Ako: That'd be nice. Jean: You

    can at least pretend to be more excited, you know?

    She folded the newspaper and set it next to her plate, still scanning the front page article as she finishes up her

    pancakes. I don't usually mind what she reads, pero... -___- seeing my picture on the front page, and knowing the

    article is something about me... it makes me feel uneasy watching my sister read it..

    Jean: Kuya.. (reading the article) Sabi dito, nag-multi-platinum nanaman daw ung CD mo.. It's safe to call you the

    Prince of the Music Industry for decades raw.. (giggles) Prince.. heehee Ako: What's so funny about that?? Jean: If

    only they know how "un-princely" you are.. I doubt they'd dub you that title..

    Sabi na nga ba.. Kaya ayokong may naririnig tohng batang toh tungkol sa'kin eh.. Laging may pangontra... -___-

    By the way, my name is Jerwin Santos. I'm 22 years old, and I've been working as a recording artist under a major

    record label for about two years now -- and yes, I can say I've been successful so far.. My songs often debut at the

    top -- which is good since it shows that people like hearing me sing (I guess).. I appear in TV shows, commercials,

    billboards, gigs.. Name it, I've done it.

    It's been a rollercoaster ride of fame for two years since I've come back from the States... Two years now..

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    Ako: If you're done eating, shouldn't you be leaving? You're going to be late. Jean: Fine fine.. Seriously, kuya, learn

    to take a joke.. Masyado kang serious.. Panget ka na nga, mas lalo ka pang papanget.. Abah-- Ako: Little brat. -___-

    Tinawanan nya lang ako then went out of the dining room to look for the driver who'll take her to school.. I finished my

    breakfast and then stood up as well.. I might as well get this day done and over with...

    Something that will change my life, huh...

    Won't that be interesting...

    Logged ::Chapter 2:: The Day We Met ?.~*~..~*~.?

    (Jerwin's POV) ---------------- ?

    Ughhh.. Long day.. long day... -___-

    I just finished taping a music video (finally wrapped that one up after weeks of hard labor).. And before that, there was

    that meeting with the sponsors, a guest appearance for a talk show, and lunch with my manager, discussing work

    again..

    Man, it's just work, work, work -- all day, every day..

    Even now..

    Well.. at least this is the final task for today...

    Last trip before going home: the music arena, which is to be the venue for my concert next week.. The manager said

    they're supposed to be doing all the finishing touches sa set.. Pero syempre, dahil late na ko natapos sa lahat, nag-

    uwian na ung mga crew nung dumating ako..

    O__O

    Or so I thought..

    Some of the lights are still on.. and there, at the center of the stage, a girl wearing a school uniform is standing,

    staring at the ceiling and at the production lights hanging up around the stage..

    Ghost? Multo? -___- Should I run away now?

    I probably should....... Ano naman magiging laban ko sa multo!??[/i][/color]

    -___-

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    For some reason, I realized kung anong iniisip ko -- at kung gano ka-ridiculous ung iniisip ko.. I mean come on, why

    would a student haunt this music hall? Shouldn't she be haunting school grounds?

    So, even as my heart pounded twice as hard sa dibdib ko, I still cautiously started to walk towards the stage to see

    what she is -- I mean, to see what she wants..

    Ehto na.. konti na lang.. Ilang steps na lang, mahahawakan ko na ung stage--

    Just then, the girl suddenly let out a huge sigh and then turned around, facing me.. O__O

    >____