TanPat

"Hello, my love. It's so good to see you again. I've really missed you and I've been thinking about you a lot. I'm so glad I got to come and see you again. How have you been doing?" The two lovers walk down the hallway that is decorated in a Hispanic style architecture and interior.

The noonday sun bathed the hallway in a warm, golden glow, its light bouncing off the colorful tiles and vibrant tapestries that lined the walls. Patricia and Tanya strolled together—Patricia walking, Tanya rolling her wheelchair. The quiet intimacy between them felt magical, like the world slowed just for them.

As Patricia and Tanya walked down the hallway, Tanya couldn't help but be impressed by how beautiful and unique her girlfriend was, they looked at each other and exchanged glances, both of them were attracted to each other like magic, like between two Irons attracting each other.

She looked at the face of Patricia, whose hair was flowing. Her face had a serious and stern with a sharp feature that complements her bright sleepy eyes, but there was also a gentle and delicate quality to her.

She has soft and smooth skin, her long dark hair perfectly frames her face, adding to her elegant and sophisticated look. She is indeed an exquisite woman, with a mysterious and seductive aura that is hard to ignore.

"How was France?" Tanya asked, her voice light but curious.

Patricia turned to her, smiling softly. "It was amazing. I learned a lot about myself and met some great people, but honestly, the best part of being back is seeing you. I missed you so much during LDR."

Tanya chuckled, moving her wheelchair along the hallway. "I missed you too. Though I wasn't completely alone—I got a parrot during the pandemic. His name's Maya, and he's the best company whenever I'm feeling down."

"A parrot?" Patricia's eyes lit up, her lips curling into a soft smile. "That's adorable. Reminds me of that character from Encanto."

Tanya laughed, a spark of affection in her eyes. "Exactly! He's always imitating voices—sometimes he even mocks people. It's hilarious... and a bit distracting."

 Patricia raised an eyebrow, her smirk playful. "I'd probably get distracted too. But I'd love to meet Maya sometime."

A wave of excited whispers interrupted their conversation. Students had gathered in the hallway, phones in hand, snapping photos of the campus' most talked-about couple. The sight of Patricia pushing Tanya's wheelchair sparked curiosity and admiration.

"There are so many fans," Tanya murmured, glancing at the crowd.

Patricia squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Let them watch. All that matters is that we're here together."

Tanya hesitated, lowering her gaze. "Sometimes, I hate the attention. It's exhausting being popular just because of my family's name."

Patricia leaned closer. "I get it. But being seen isn't all bad. You've got a story worth telling, and people will listen, and I'm just glad to be walking with you. I've been missing you so much, and it's nice to be able to walk together again", Patricia answered when Tanya smiled.

"I don't like it here, we get too much attention from them, I regret being popular"

Tanya regrets being famous at first, but because of her family's influence, she has no choice but to accept how much attention she gets with Patricia.

Tanya is seeing a different side of herself now and realizes that being famous isn't all bad.

While patricia pushes and helps her girlfriend move, they are almost surrounded by cell phone flashes and they can't stare as they adjust to the dazzling cell phone lights.

They were both unfazed by the attention they were getting and kept smiling at each other as they continued their peaceful walk.

They were the couple during the pandemic, when LDR and gay couples were the trend, so now that the two have met again, it is very thrilling for people to see what they look like as lovers in person.

Many people don't know about Tanya Luwalhati's social life because it doesn't really exist. She's a writer, and that's all they know there.

As for Patricia Salgado, she has many admirers because of her sculptures, sketches, and paintings. She is the daughter of a wealthy mayor, so she can pursue her interests. The only obstacle she faces is the disapproval of her father for her choice of major in college, which is Fine Arts.

They are both rich and they both love the arts. Patricia is crazy about Tanya and Tanya is the same. They have almost the same personality and they are not too far apart from each other.

Mrs. Cruz was ecstatic again. This time, it was because Mayor Ramon Salgado is giving a blessing to the San Nicolas de Tolentino School.

When the cat plays, the mice play, too. But when the couple arrived, there's like heaven breaking the silence, and an angel just come out of nowhere.

It was so quiet that the classroom seemed heavenly in its silence.

The class was bright with light from the noonday sun, which also warmed her skin. Especially for anyone seated near the window.

The classroom glowed with the golden light of the noonday sun, its warmth gently brushing the skin of those seated by the windows. The air conditioner hummed, blowing cool air that clashed oddly with the heat streaming in from outside, creating an unsettling mix of temperatures.

Patricia held the title of class president—a role not earned by merit but by popularity and social standing. In this school, elections were more of a popularity contest than a measure of capability. The candidates were typically those who could offer something tangible to the school: either wealth or widespread influence.

The popular, the wealthy, and the famous dominated every school activity, vying for attention and recognition. Their ultimate prize? Being crowned as the school's next model for the banner—a title that symbolized success in their world.

Patricia had been class president since Grade 8, continuously reelected as a representative of the Grade 10 Wisdom class and the Student Council. Here, re-election wasn't about leadership skills alone but about proving oneself to be responsible, diligent, or at least influential enough to hold on to the position.

Yet, was being the model for the school banner truly an accomplishment? Was it something to take pride in as a student council member? In this environment, participation mattered far more than the effort or hard work behind it.

Leaders obsessed with recognition and praise often lacked the substance to back their positions. They thrived on connections and influence, some even resorting to dishonesty or manipulation to secure their wins.

Patricia, however, was different. She faced little competition, not because of her popularity alone, but because she stood apart in integrity. Though she sometimes struggled with the responsibilities of her role, she was neither corrupt nor self-serving. Patricia understood what it truly meant to lead—with compassion and fairness.

Patricia stood up from her seat and moved to the Teachers table, she is always the one who moves the slideshows every time Ms. cruz leaves, she's like the class guard, the one who looks into her classmates while her teacher is gone as well as her disabled girlfriend.

"I will take attendance and whoever is not present will be marked as absent, alright?"

She smiled and looked at her yellow paper before listing the names and snorted before speaking.

"Luwalhati!" she called the last name of his girlfriend who did not answer him.

She breathed a sigh of relief and raised her voice again in firm tone with her normally stern and dead face. "Tanya!"

The girlfriend was shocked when she noticed that she was staring at someone else in front of her. The whole class laugh, including her girlfriend, because it turns out he was asleep.

"Next time you don't sleep in the class alright?", Patricia said to her girlfriend in a calm manner.

"P-present" answered Tanya to the mayor of the classroom nervously and confused because she didn't know what her girlfriend was doing either, it was just her instinct.

Ms. Cruz's class ended, Ms. Crus was thtat kind of teacher where in her first class there's always a discussion right away, not even knowing each class names yet, but she said she would get to know them later when she stayed there longer.

It's good that old students failed her in the evaluation, their head hurts in the morning, it's good to write everything in 1/4th when everything happens by chance and then you can fit everything you resented to her.

There was a time when the recess bell rang and she didn't finish her discussion, she was still doing her work discussing as if time was on her way; she even said it in the past. "Even if I sleep here, I get paid! You class?"

There is one time her voice echoed outside the hallway when someone was playing a speaker in the hallway inside his backpack.

Althea and matheo were walking out the door and saw Tanya pushing her own wheelchair while Patricia was busy putting her books in tanya's bag.

The canteen was buzzing with the usual noise—groups of friends chatting, laughing, and the clatter of trays being placed on tables. Althea, Matheo, and their friends were first in line, always managing to cut ahead when they felt like it or simply leaving others behind as they moved through the crowd. It wasn't that they meant any harm, but there was a certain entitlement to their behavior, especially when they were all together.

Tanya and Patricia, sitting at a quieter corner, were a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos. Tanya's lunchbox sat open before her, its contents a kaleidoscope of colorful vegetables that looked more like a painted canvas than a meal. The vibrant reds, greens, and yellows seemed almost too cheerful for her taste. Tanya glanced down at the meal, her expression shifting from indifference to slight frustration.

Her parents had always been adamant about her health, constantly lecturing her about how her poor eating habits were the reason she'd ended up in a wheelchair. "If you ate properly, Tanya, you wouldn't be stuck like this," her mother would often say, as if the root of her disability were as simple as choosing the wrong foods. It wasn't that simple, but Tanya never had the energy to argue back. She just quietly accepted it, eating the meal because, frankly, she had no choice.

She stabbed her fork into a piece of steamed broccoli, pushing it around the plate before reluctantly bringing it to her mouth. The taste, though not unpleasant, felt like an act of compliance more than nourishment. She hated it was always forced upon her, as if her condition was something that could be solved with a diet instead of a deeper, more complex truth.

Althea's voice broke through the quiet, and her laughter followed. "Looks like hospital food!" she teased loudly, not caring that others might hear.

Tanya flushed, a wave of embarrassment creeping up her neck. She knew Althea didn't mean it maliciously, but her words felt like a sharp sting nonetheless. She could feel Patricia's eyes on her, but the older girl didn't say anything—at least not yet.

The air around them felt charged with the weight of Althea's comment. Tanya knew it was too much to expect Althea to keep her mouth shut. Her friend didn't have a filter, and often, her blunt remarks got under Tanya's skin.

Just as Tanya was about to bury her face in her lunch, Patricia slid into the seat beside her. With a playful smirk and a laugh bubbling on her lips, she responded with an almost theatrical elegance. "No one else may taunt or tease her except me, got it? I'm the only one who's allowed to make fun of her. Understood?"

Althea's eyes widened, caught off guard by Patricia's directness, but Matheo, ever the one to try and lighten things up with his own sarcasm, chimed in. "Althea, you tease too much. That's why you suck!"

Althea's grin faltered for a moment, but she didn't say anything more. Patricia's eyes were sharp, but there was a hint of humor in the way she'd intervened. Despite her stern expression, everyone knew that Patricia was witty, her humor just as dry as her confidence. She slid her own lunchbox—full of the same vegetables Tanya had been forced to eat—closer to her girlfriend before they both started digging in.

The two of them sat there, eating in near silence, a contrast to the clatter of the room. The only sounds were the occasional quiet scrape of utensils against plates and the soft chewing that seemed to reverberate in the otherwise peaceful space. It felt almost like ASMR—an unusual calm that seemed to follow them wherever they went.

Around them, students whispered and giggled, gossiping in low voices. The faint scent of freshly made salad filled the air—green papaya or guava, with a simple dressing of vinegar, garlic, salt, and pepper. The tangy aroma mixed with the sharpness of the vinegar, making the whole canteen smell like a place of simple, homemade comfort. The sound of bottle lids being opened echoed through the room as students placed drinks beside their trays.

Once they'd finished, Patricia and Tanya gathered their things, slipping away from the chatter of the canteen. As they walked through the hallways toward the Art room, a sense of calm followed them, like an unspoken promise of solitude and creativity.

The door to the Art room clicked shut behind them, and the quiet was even more profound here. Patricia set up her materials—charcoal, sketchpad, and her usual tools—and began to work. Tanya stood in front of the mirror, flexing her muscles with a quiet grace. She was bare-chested, wearing only a skirt, a perfect representation of strength and vulnerability combined.

Patricia's eyes softened as she began to sketch, her hand moving fluidly over the page, capturing the sensual yet powerful form of Tanya's figure. The air was thick with artistry—the raw, unfiltered beauty of Tanya's body and the creative energy that surrounded them both. It wasn't just a figure study; it was a moment of connection, of strength, and of the creative expression they shared together.

In this room, there were no teasing words, no judgments—only the quiet, intense focus of two people who understood each other more than anyone else ever could.