"How Can I Let You Go?

"

(There was once a student on the cusp of a new chapter—having just

crossed the threshold of Junior High, she now stood at the gates of Senior
High School. Her name was Yvette. Known for her quiet diligence, she
worked not for applause but out of sheer will. Her achievements, many and
well-earned, became proof of her persistence. Over time, classmates began
to admire her—not just for her intelligence, but for the unwavering
dedication behind it.)

School is starting! "I'll be fed with new knowledge again", Yvette grinned, the
thrill of learning lighting up her face.
Yvette: "Mom, could you lend me some money for the enrollment?"
Yvette bit her lip before speaking, conscious of how much her private
schooling already costs.
Mother: "No problem, darling. Here's the payment. Study hard", spoken by
her endlessly supportive mother.
Yvette: "Of course, Mom. I won't let you down."

(After their chitchat, Yvette headed off to school. She’s currently a student at
Holy Child Parish School of Isabel, Incorporated, focused on pursuing her
education there.)

"Excuse me, is anyone around? I'm here to inquire for enrollment." Yvette's
voice echoed through the office.
"Just a second" said the cashier over the counter.
Yvette: "Here are my papers"
"Hold on. Aren't you the smartest one from last year?" the cashier asked.
"Oh… no, no, I don't consider myself that smart though, just a little." Yvette
humbly replied.
"Here. Thank you for studying in HCPSII, I'm pretty sure you'll learn a lot, not
just in academics, also in life." The cashier flashed a smile.
(Five days later, the new school year begins. Yvette has officially entered the
Senior High School Department, as always, she is ready to take on the
challenge.)

Host: "As we start this school year, let us take the chance to recognize the
student who entered top of the year, Yvette Williams."

(Head held high and confidence radiating, Yvette steps onto the stage to
accept her certificate. But behind the applause, whispers ripple through the
crowd—some students are talking behind her back.)

Student 1:" Look at her. She's obviously a teacher’s pet. I'm not surprised
she got that award."
Student 2: (nods)
(Bea Pollock unintentionally overheard the conversation and cast a glance at
Yvette, subtly scanning her from head to toe. Meanwhile, an unaware Yvette
remained focused, carefully paying attention to the ceremony.)

(Classroom)

"Ugh. Here we go again. Gotta work harder so I can still earn what I want
from my parents." Yvette promised to herself.

Ian: "Hey, girl! I'm so happy we're still classmates. I can't wait to make great
memories with you!"
Yvette: "Same here! I'm really excited to hang out with you again."

(After their brief reunion, the chatter in the room softened as introductions
began. Yvette straightened her posture, her smile lingering from her talk
with Ian. With a quiet breath, she rose from her seat, each step toward the
front echoing the promise she made to herself.)
"Good morning, everyone! I'm Yvette, sixteen years old, and I live in
Barangay Marvel," she introduced herself with a soft smile, her voice steady
despite the quiet nervousness.

(The others followed and introduced themselves as well.)

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Bea, sixteen years old, and I live in Barangay
Santo Niño. I'm new here at HCPSII, and I believe I’ll learn a lot because my
mother also came from here and this is where she met the man she
married." Bea said with a playful lilt in her voice, earning a few chuckles from
her classmates.
"She’s really beautiful... and those eyes, there’s something about them,"
Yvette thought to herself, smiling quietly as the words played in her mind.
"You look like you spaced out, your type, huh?" Ian teased.
"Not really", Yvette said, shaking her head, pretending she's unimpressed by
Bea.
"Who knows?", Ian said, playfully looking at Yvette.
"Cut it out", Yvette said, blushing as a shy grin tugged at her lips.

(Bea returned to her seat, her presence leaving a quiet stir in the room.
Yvette tried to look away, but her gaze lingered a second too long. Ian
smirked beside her, clearly amused. Yvette forced a scoff, but the faint blush
on her cheeks betrayed her. The room buzzed on, but for a moment, Yvette
felt something shift—small, uncertain, but enough to make her heart skip.)

Bea: "Hey, you okay? You looked kinda pale earlier.",

Yvette: "Oh-uh...It’s nothing. I just didn’t get to eat earlier."

(As the months passed, Yvette found herself more and more drawn to Bea.
She hadn’t admitted it yet, but Bea was starting to notice the unusual way
Yvette treated her—almost as if they were more than just friends).
"Hey, Yvette… can I talk to you? Just for a moment?" Bea asked, her voice
laced with hesitation.
"Uh... sure. What is it?" Yvette replied, her tone uneasy, a flicker of worry
crossing her face.

"I just want to clarify something. I know it's quite presumptuous of me to ask
this but… do you have feelings for me?" Bea asked softly.

"What? Me? No way. Hahaha. Why do you say so?" Yvette replied, a flustered
smile spreading across her face, her laughter light but tinged with nervous
delight.

Bea looked at her, earnestly. She was reluctant at first but something inside
her stirred and prompted her to uncover her. "You know, I kinda have a
thing about brainiacs. I never really asked, but I found out you’re really
smart. And I admire you for that. I-I think I'm starting to like you."

Yvette: Did you just call me a nerd? (She laughed, trying to shake off the
tension between them.)
Yvette glanced away for a moment, her cheeks warming. Then, almost in a
whisper, she confessed, "Okay frankly speaking, I’m attracted to you too.
There’s just something about your eyes—they draw me in."

Bea took a small step closer closing their gap. “So… what happens now?”
Yvette looked up at her, a flicker of fear and excitement in her eyes. “I don’t
know. Maybe… we start slow?”
Bea chuckled softly. “Slow sounds perfect.”

(There was a new quiet between them now—still, but no longer

uncomfortable. She didn’t know what tomorrow would look like, or even the
next hour. But right now, standing this close to someone who finally felt real
to her, it was enough. They didn’t say anything else. They just sat there—
closer than before, no longer pretending.)
(The next day)
"No way! You two are together now? Why didn’t you tell me? You traitor!" Ian
exclaimed, crossing his arms with an exaggerated expression.
Yvette burst into laughter, unable to contain the joy bubbling up in her chest.
"Hahaha, well, she finally confessed, so what else could I do? I admitted it
too. And yeah… that’s how it happened. Hahaha. By God’s grace, she finally
gave in."
Ian’s expression softened as he leaned back against the desk. "You’ve
always been the kind of person who puts her heart into everything. You
deserve someone who finally sees that."

(As the school year came to an end, Yvette finished at the top of the class,
with Bea right behind her in second place. Bea had become more
hardworking because of Yvette's influence—and with Yvette's help and
support, she pushed herself further than ever before. What started as
friendship had grown into something deeper, inspiring both of them to
become the best versions of themselves.)

"Time flew by so fast, we’re about to graduate, love." Yvette said softly, her
eyes reflecting both joy and disbelief as she looked at her.
"It really did," Bea replied, her voice laced with gratitude. I just want to say
thank you, Yvette—love, for everything. For helping me through school. I
honestly don’t think I could’ve made it without you."
Yvette smiled, reaching for her hand. "Everything I do, I do for you.”
Bea squeezed her hand gently, heart full.
"We’ve come so far, and I also wouldn’t have made it without you." Yvette
whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

(Their relationship grew peaceful and full of meaning, each moment

deepening their love for one another. A year passed, and they were now in
12th grade, still holding on to the bond they had built together.)

Bea looked at her, a soft smile playing on her lips as her fingers gently
brushed hers.
"We’ve been together for two years now, and it’s still you. It’s always been
you," Bea said quietly. "I’ll keep choosing you, no matter what comes our
way." (Kisses forehead)

(It had been quite a while since Yvette last saw the love of her life, as she
had gone to Manila during the break to be with her family. Yvette had no
idea what was happening back home, but they still kept in touch through
Messenger, keeping their connection alive despite the distance.)

Bea: "I will love you unconditionally."

Yvette: "Even when I'm at my worst?"
Bea: "Without question."

(An event was about to take place at their school, with Yvette and Bea
leading separate teams, though they were now rivals. There were numerous
games held, and a large crowd attended, as it was Family Day at their
school, bringing together students, families, and friends for a day of fun and
competition.)

"Oh wow, lovers going head-to-head—not in life, but now even at school!" Ian
teased, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin.
Yvette let out a laugh, shaking her head. "It just so happens, girl. Come on
now, you’re reading too much into everything we do. It’s all good though—
don't worry, haha."

(The day had finally arrived, and the school was soon filled with families from
all around, each coming to support their loved ones. The atmosphere buzzed
with excitement, laughter, and the warmth of togetherness.)

Yvette: "Hold on, don’t leave—the program’s starting in a minute."

(Bea's family arrived and this was the first time Yvette had seen her
partner’s family.)
Bea: “Just wait here, I think it's my family, just give me a minute."

(It’s afternoon and the program is over, people have gone home already.
Only the 11th and 12th graders are left in the school.)

Yvette: “The program is over and I’m tired from the breathless games."
Bea: “Me too, I’m exhausted."
Yvette: “I want to go and eat outside, I’m famished."
Bea: “Let’s go?"

(They were just about to cross the gate when a voice, smooth and sudden
like the snap of silk, sliced through the moment.)

“Oh, hi love," came the words—soft, knowing.

They turned.

(Yvette didn’t seem to know who was referred to, but it seemed like Bea was
the one being called because the woman went to her direction.)
Bea: “Who the hell are you?"
Angie: “The hell? Are you crazy?"

(Something inside Yvette sank. She couldn’t tell if it was shock or confusion,
only that it hit fast and left her unsteady. Her eyes flicked between Bea and
Angie, her thoughts tangled. Nothing made sense, and the questions in her
head kept piling up, loud and unanswered. Without hesitation, Yvette walked
away and with trembling feet, sobbing in pain at the sight of them.)

(She walked home crying, her face streaked with tears, eyes fixed on the
ground. Her steps were unsteady, like she didn’t know where she was going.)
(Tomorrow)
Pie: “You don’t seem to be in the mood right now, are you okay? And you
and Bea don’t seem to be talking anymore, are you guys okay?”
Ian: “Yeah, it seems like you’re not in the mood right now."
Yvette: “I saw her with another girl."
Ian: “Oh my God, what!?"
Yvette: “Yes,”
Pie: “I knew that wench would do no good to you.”
Ian: “"Hey, stop that. Did you guys talk already? Let's not jump into
conclusions. Try to talk things out with her, okay?
Pie: “If I were you, I would really cut off everything."

(As the voices of her friends swirled around her, Yvette sat still—her hands
folded tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The world
around her felt muffled, like a dream slipping into a fog. Pie’s concern, Ian’s
anger—they reached her like echoes underwater, distant and warped. She
heard them, but didn’t feel them. The noise of betrayal was loud, but the
ache inside her was louder.)

Yvette: “I’ll go home first. I want to be alone. Thank you for your advices."

(Yvette and Bea agreed to meet—no longer behind the veil of texts, but face
to face, where silence couldn't hide between words. The air between them
held a quiet weight, unspoken questions pressing at the edges of their
conversation. There was something that needed to be said, something that
had lingered since before school even began, back when Angie still held a
place in Bea's world. It wasn't anger that brought them there, but the need
for clarity—a gentle reckoning with the past.)

Yvette: “Who was it?"

Bea: "Love, I-
Yvette: "How could you do this to me?”
Bea: “Love, you know that I love you but that distance tested me and I... I
have seen love more from Angie”
Yvette: “What did I do? When did I abandon you? How... how could you do
this to me? Am I lacking something? Am I something that you can easily
throw away? Am I not enough?”
Bea: "Love, it's just one mistake! Just because I've done it once, doesn't
mean I would do it again."
Yvette: (Shakes head out of dismay) “Hah. I can't believe you. You can't even
bring to say sorry. Why? Is it hurting your ego? Huh?"
(Bea looking down in silence).

(Yvette stood still for a moment, her breath caught somewhere between a
sob and silence. Her eyes, once lit with the kind of love that forgives, now
dimmed beneath a veil of disbelief. Then, without another word, she turned.
No farewell. No backward glance. Bea remained frozen, gaze cast down to
the ground as if the weight of her choice was finally settling in. The space
Yvette left behind was no longer just empty—it was haunted by everything
they could have been.)

(Tomorrow)
Yvette: “I broke up with her.”
(Ian pulled Yvette to a tight embrace.)
Pie: “You did the right thing."
Ian: “There are many people in this world, you will find someone who will
value you the most. We got you, alright? You can lean on us."

(12th grade had come to an end—and with it, so did their quiet, fading
connection. Bea drifted back into the arms of her girlfriend, as if nothing had
changed. Meanwhile, Yvette was left behind in the silence, clutching
memories like fragile glass. While the school year closed with laughter and
goodbyes, she wept quietly for a love that never had the chance to begin.)
(Another school year began, ushering them into college—but something in
Yvette had shifted. The brightness she once carried now flickered faintly
behind distant eyes. She moved through the halls with quiet steps, no longer
the girl she used to be. Meanwhile, Bea laughed easily in someone else’s
arms, untouched by the ache that lingered in hers.)

Pie: “Hey, you look a little pale, You okay?

Ian: (Grabs her palm, squeezing it gently), “I am worried for you."
Pie: "Don't tell me it's about her,"
Yvette: "It's not."
Ian: "Hey, you seriously need to stop-"
Yvette: "I said it's not about her! Okay?"

(Yvette’s voice echoed louder than she intended, sharp enough to leave a
sting in the air. The moment it left her lips, silence fell between them. Ian
blinked, taken aback. Pie shifted uncomfortably, her hand still halfway raised
in concern.)

(Yvette’s face warmed—not with anger, but guilt. She hadn't meant to snap,
not at them. She wasn’t okay, but none of this was their fault.)
(She took a slow breath, her voice quieter this time.) “I’m sorry,”

(The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Without waiting for a response, she
turned and walked away, her footsteps heavy with something she couldn’t
name.)

(As soon as she stepped into the doorstep of their house, Yvette got inside
the bathroom, faucet running, face down, together with the tears she held
for too long.)
(Monologue)
“How am I supposed to do this? What now? Everything about this life has
been nothing but misery. I just want peace—just once. But how? How do I let
you go, Bea?”

(While Yvette wept in silence, somewhere down a quiet road, Bea walked
alone—her fingers brushing over old photos on her phone, each image a
memory, each smile a wound reopened.
She didn’t see the lights.
A sharp screech. A flash of metal. And then—silence.)

(Yvette writes poem)

(Monologue)
I mourn the day you left me
and I had resentment clouding my thoughts
while tears meet my cheeks when you visit my mind,

They say sorrow never goes away

so you have to fill your life with new things,
so the grief isn’t bad

While the world move on, swift and free,

I stood still, where you left me be,
Dust clung to hair, a statement decree
They sought perspective, I refused to see.

I feel you when I am

surrounded by people
You’re with me, a whisper, a sound,
Awake or in dreams
you’re always around

But as time passed,

I feel like everyone
started moving again,
and they’re all moving forward
Yet I linger here, lost in the rain,
In a world that’s never quite the same

Because I know you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

and I never thought about death that much,
not until you left,
I wonder if I should follow you
I wonder if you would be happy if you see me up there with you

But I know your spirit would sigh and frown,

If i joined you in the great unknown,
you’d be disappointed
for not making our dreams
and plans come true

I lay alone, in that quiet place

by the side of a tree in
tears can fall without a trace
And I still talk to you
when I’m screaming at the sky
Cursing your name, wishing you stayed
I turned into my worst fears
And when I can’t sleep at night how I wish to hear your stolen lullabies

Wherever you are,

I hope you’re okay
I hope you’re not lonely
I hope you’re watching me
I hope you’re soul is with me every way
so that I can still feel your
presence, warmth, love
inside me.

(She moved with a kind of quiet purpose, her hands neither trembling nor
rushed. The bottles—neatly lined like soldiers—were opened one by one, the
lids clattering softly onto the hardwood floor. A glass of water stood ready,
untouched but waiting, like a witness. No cries. No dramatic gestures. Only
the sound of plastic and pills colliding. This wasn’t a storm. It was a
surrender.)

(In the quiet drift of time, the flicker of hope swiftly fades—neither knowing
they’ve both already slipped beyond goodbye.)