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[torilovestowrite]

Title: Liham para sa ‘yo, Dekada 70 (A Letter for you, Year ‘70) — An entry to @lumpiang-toge ‘s event.

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Content Warning: Activism, Pure Angst, Disappearing Persons, Mentions of Death, Marcos regime AU. WRITTEN IN ENGLISH

A/n: I wrote this to raise awareness about happenings in my country. Right now, redtagging has been a problem for the Filipino society especially that the Anti terror law has been approved. I wrote this with the intention to let people know how dangerous redtagging is.

general masterlist || event details

To my beloved Y/n,

45 years, 3 months, and 18 days.

It’s been decades— even scores since the last time I saw you. You were as beautiful as the vast skies and your round eyes sparkle brightly as the sun. You were a gem— as strong as a rare stone but your heart was soft just like your skin. Your smile... it’s always been haunting me, Y/n. The image of you has been burning since the last time we met in the streets of Mendiola— where both of us would walk around the university belt area.

To become a writer, that’s what you’ve been dreaming of all these years, am I right? Those poems, rhymes, and songs that you’ve made for me years ago... I’ve kept them all with me. Remember the song you used to sing for me?

Sa pagsapit ng dilim

Ako'y naghihintay pa rin

Sa iyong maagang pagdating

[As darkness closes in,

I am still longing

For your early return]

Now, I know how it actually feels, my dearest. Because until now, I’m still waiting for you. I’m waiting for your love— your touch, your kisses, your voice, your presence. But it seems that I don’t have that much time anymore. I was diagnosed with bone cancer and I only have few months to live. I can’t believe that I’m actually dying in my early 60s— but I lived a meaningful life. Anyway, I still wrote this letter to keep myself sane in the span of few months. Who knows? I may meet you again on the other side.

Y/n L/n— your name sounds bittersweet whenever I speak of it. It sounds great— but my heart feels like crying. No, not just my heart— but my whole being breaks down at the thought of you.

You were your family’s living trophy— when we were in high school, you walked out of the stage with medals and awards. You left the stage with a heartwarming valedictory speech that left your parents crying. The graduation was memorable; but still, I couldn’t forget our high school prom. You were wearing a long blue gown back then— and you looked stunning. My voice disappeared the moment I saw you— but I was happy that you approached me. You even asked me out on the dance floor with you.

I couldn’t be happier when we reached college. You got into you dream school, the top University in the country. Well, I also got into one of the highest universities. Still, I was happy for you. Both of us hugged each other and out of joy and shock, you kissed me on my cheek. Your face was sparked with excitement as you stood outside of the university hall.

Oh, how I wished I could have stopped you back then.

As you attended the university, you became more outspoken of your political thoughts— even becoming a student leader and joining an underground activist group; something that was very dangerous during that time as I have heard of my fellow students getting killed for attending protests against the government. My heart shivers whenever I think of that time we talked about it— when I convinced you to quit. Believe it or not, but I tried to convince you not for my own sake, Y/n— but yours.

“Can’t you quit? You know being an activist is illegal, right? What will happen to me? To us?”

“I’m so sorry, Jean. But my heart is for the people; for the common good. I cannot just think of myself— because there are people who need me.”

It wasn’t too long after that conversation when suddenly, you were declared as a missing person— Y/n L/n, age of 19, missing since November 19, 1975. No one knows why you have disappeared— but the last time where people saw you was in the streets of Maginhawa— few days after you published your editorial paper about the regime; the leadership; and your hatred for its unjust treatment to the people.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what happened to you— and my heart carries the guilt until this day; I was so angry with the destructive system— the chaotic system that took me away from you; the harsh system that has been making not just the both of us— but also the people to suffer.

My heart was filled with fury as I remember your sweet and smiling eyes while we held hands in the streets of Intramuros, eating our favorite street foods. It’s not your fault, my pretty Y/n— but the system— the tyrannical leadership of the administration is what swept you away from my arms. I was filled with anger that time— and until now, I carry that anger deep within me.

Two years later— I graduated and still, your body was not found. No one knows where you disappeared to and my heart still ached for you. I remember carrying my college diploma and my graduation cap while I was in the streets of Binondo— our first date. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have the motivation to study and to graduate so I did this in your loving memory.

But I almost wept because all I see is you— your soul, the bustling atmosphere of the place, everything just reminded me of you. You used to love this place, am I right?

If only you knew that your sacrifices weren’t placed in vain, you would be more than happy. In the span of few years, our tyrannical leader was ousted; and it was done by who? By the people that you’ve dedicated your life with. That time, I already had a family with a woman named Pieck Finger— and we had a son which I named Marco. Remember the conversation we had before?

“If we had a child, what would you name them?”

“Marco... or maybe, Isabel? Gabriela? I don’t know.”

“Wow, maybe we could have three children and use those three.”

“Maybe, it could happen one day.”

My marriage with Pieck was normal— I loved her and our only son wholeheartedly. He went to good schools and I provided for everything that both of them needed. Pieck was a good wife too— she loved and showered our son with affection that they deserve. We were a normal family. We had our ups and downs too; but those memories made our bond closer to each other.

Still, there was a hole in my heart— a big hole that could be only be fixed and filled by you, Y/n.

Years have passed and our environment has evolved— perhaps, if you were here right now, you would have loved high-tech gadgets such as laptops and cellphones. The youth, nowadays, are becoming more progressive and they also like to engage in politics. You would have liked it here, Y/n. But for now, you must rest in peace. You must treasure yourself now— for your mission is done. You’ve done your part and fought for the people, my pretty heroine— Y/n.

I still love you, Y/n. And that love is not going to change anytime soon— whether we or we don’t meet in the other side. You’ll always be my lovely woman— my compassionate woman who always had her heart out for the poor, weak, and outcasted.

There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman— you, whose heart is as big as the sun and whose intentions are pure as the fresh water coming from the bamboo plants in the mountains.

I’m hoping to see you soon.

Lovingly yours,

Jean Kirstein

[a/n: ok maybe starting next week, i’ll go back to writing my SMAUs, just took a break because university was taking its toll on me ;-;]