Lahat ng Kabanata ng HOLD ME TIGHT, SIR SEBASTIAN (SSPG): Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 186

Scarlett’s POVWalang kasing lamig at kasing saya ng umagang ito. Graduation day na sa St. Margarette—ang araw na parang napakalayo noon, pero ngayon, parang ayaw ko pang matapos. Sa bawat hakbang ko sa corridor ng campus, ramdam ko ang bigat ng toga at cap, pero mas mabigat ang dami ng alaalang dala ko: mga gabing walang tulog para lang matapos ang lesson plan, mga iyak sa CR tuwing akala ko hindi ko na kaya, mga tawa at kwento ng kabarkada, at ang lahat ng lihim na itinago at tinanggap ko sa lugar na ito.Abala ang lahat sa pag-aayos ng toga, pagkuha ng pictures, at pagyakap sa mga kaibigan. Kahit saan ako lumingon, puro ngiti at iyak, puro kwento ng pagsisimula at pagtatapos, puro pangako na “magkikita pa rin tayo kahit saan man tayo mapunta.”Sa faculty area, nakita ko agad sina Miza, Diane, at Shane. “Scar! Dali, groupie tayo!” bulong ni Diane, sabay yakap.Tumawa ako, pilit na pinipigilan ang luha. “Grabe, parang kailan lang, ‘di ba? Ngayon, graduates na tayo.”“Deserve mo ‘to,

Scarlett’s POVIf you had told me years ago—when I first walked into St. Margarette, just another intern with trembling hands and guarded dreams—that I would be standing here, I never would have believed you. But today, beneath the soft glow of chandeliers and sunlight streaming through the chapel’s stained glass, I am about to become Mrs. Sebastian Salvador.The world outside is alive with summer: blooming gardens, blue sky, and the laughter of friends and family bustling around the grand venue. Inside my bridal suite, everything feels surreal and delicate. My wedding gown—ivory silk, simple but elegant, the kind I only used to admire in magazines—hugs my frame perfectly. Diane, Miza, and Shane hover nearby, fussing over last-minute details, their excitement contagious.“Scar, you’re glowing!” Diane squeals, fixing my veil.“Parang hindi ka kinakabahan, ha!” Shane teases, though her own eyes glisten with happy tears.I look at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman starin

Scarlett’s POVIt’s funny, the things you remember when you finally have the time to breathe. When the world is no longer a battlefield, when love is no longer something stolen in the shadows, but something honest and ordinary and everyday.I used to think happiness was a finish line—a diploma, a wedding, a promise. But now, in the quiet after the storm, I see it’s a thousand small things: the scent of fresh coffee in the morning, Sebastian humming as he shaves, the sound of rain against our window on a lazy Sunday, the distant laughter of our friends drifting up from the street below.Our first apartment as Mr. and Mrs. Salvador isn’t the biggest or the flashiest in the city, but it’s ours. It’s filled with mismatched mugs, thrifted bookshelves, and all the little pieces of our journey—photos from Amanpulo, dried flowers from my graduation bouquet, a chipped mug from our first (disastrous) attempt at baking together. The walls are covered in reminders that perfection is overrated; lo