she whispered to him: “watch me fly.” and there was nothing he can do but watch her.

for twelve years, juan loved one woman. a woman who meant the world to him. a woman who jumped off the top of a fifteen-storey office building in makati. it wasn’t a day juan would soon forget. he was there with her when she took that leap.

he was the number one suspect for the murder of nicole jones.

no one called it a suicide. who would call it a suicide? nicole was one of the moneyed-people. famous for being famous, but not trashy like most of the people in that circle was. nicole was loved by many. and she was just about to be launched as the face of a new campaign selling life insurance policy.

ironic, wasn’t it?

but the most important fact was this: nicole wasn’t alone on top of that building. she was with juan.

funny thing is, juan was always with nicole. but beside nicole, no one noticed juan. not until nicole died. what people didn’t understand though, was that nicole didn’t die. it couldn’t have been a murder, it couldn’t have been suicide. the body they found crushed on top of the parked mercedes benz was not nicole.

juan saw her fly.

and he was still seeing her fly. just beyond that one small window. that small barred window they allowed him.

juan still sees her fly. and she wants him to join her.

all he needs now is the chance. to take that leap. one chance. and he’ll be flying with her.

he will fly with her.