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Close your eyes, Maita. Close your eyes.

When you open them, you’ll be able to do anything.

You’ll be able to dance until dawn.

You’ll be able to run

as fast as you can,

even though there's nowhere to go.

You’ll have your freedom, Maita.

You’re going to break free.

But for now...

Close your eyes, Maita.

When you wake up,

you won’t be scared to live anymore.

Open your eyes now, Maita...

You won’t be scared to die anymore.

No matter how many times I look at myself in the mirror,

I still can’t believe

I have a new life.

A new chance to do things I’ve never done before.

A new heart.

Maita...

Rico’s here.

Your heart donor’s husband.

Can I hug you?

If it's okay to ask...

What happened to Angelica?

It was an accident.

But...

Can we not talk about how she died?

Because right now...

she's very much alive.

She's alive in you.

Here. This is for you.

Some of these--

she just bought recently.

Others, had been tailored for her.

So you’d get to know her?

So the memories of her stay alive in you.

Thank you.

Does it look good on me?

Don’t, babe. That’s not you.

Just because it’s sexy, it’s not me?

Yes, it doesn’t suit you. The Maita I know is simple.

The one who doesn’t try to act flirty.

Just wanted to try it.

I wanted to know if it suited me.

Maits...

Come here...

Please...

Please don’t— don’t even try, okay?

Because what?

Because I love you just the way you are.

Her name was Angelica.

My heart once belonged to her.

My heart’s previous owner.

And her name suited her well...

Because she’s an angel.

Not just because she saved my life...

But because she’s an angel for her students before.

She was a teacher.

A noble teacher.

Wake up, Maita.

Your life is about to change.

Self pleasure.

Do you know how important this is?

The touch.

The touching...

Of every part of your body...

That you want...

to play with.

This is the first step...

to finding out...

how to feel joy.

Before giving your body to someone else,

you need to know...

where...

and how to touch it.

Because no one else will truly know your body...

except you.

How gentle...

and how wild.

It’s only you who knows.

What is this? A prank?

Babe, you should’ve thrown all that away.

Babe, please don’t.

Babe, listen...

You shouldn’t have looked for her in the first place.

Alex, stop!

What the— Stop it!

I mean... didn’t you see that video?

It was filthy, right?

Alex, do you hear yourself?

She’s already gone.

I lived because she died.

Can we at least respect that?

What if she had a disease?

What if you got infected?

Please. Stop.

Babe, I’m sorry.

You woke up late, dear?

Weren’t you supposed to meet with Pastor Orly and Alex?

They’ll wait.

Maita, is something wrong?

Why does it seem like you don’t want to see Alex?

You need to start planning your wedding.

The truth, Ma?

I don’t know but...

I don’t think I’m excited for my wedding.

Come on, honey...

After everything he and his family did for us?

If not for him,

we couldn’t have afforded your new heart.

Don’t you appreciate that?

Lord, our loving Father, we come before You with grateful hearts,

thanking You for the gift of this meal

and for the company of our beloved Alex and his fiancée, Maita.

We thank You, O’ Lord, for the good health of Maita,

for her new heart that sustains her,

and for the precious life...

Just close your eyes, Maita.

Just keep praying.

You can hear them, but there’s nothing you can do.

In Jesus’ mighty name we pray,

- Amen. - Amen.

So...

Maita, how’s your new heart?

Maita.

I’m still adjusting.

Everything’s okay?

Sometimes, in the middle of the night,

I wake up—

—feeling like I’m out of breath.

Like I hear things.

Maybe I’m just dreaming.

It must be stress.

But it feels real.

Just take a few deep breaths every now and then,

to stabilize your heart rate.

Okay? If you want, I can schedule your follow-up check-up.

Soon.

Maybe it’s just stress.

But I’m okay.

Dad, thank you—

for everything you’ve done for Maita.

All the thanks belong to the Lord.

And by Grace, all this was given to us.

That means, Maita, the Lord still has a purpose and a plan for you.

After the surgery, I suddenly want to do so many things.

Really? Like what?

Hey.

I don’t know where to start.

Maybe run a marathon.

Kickboxing class. Or skydiving.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

Babe, one thing at a time.

Maybe you’re just overwhelmed.

We still have a wedding to plan, remember?

Right.

And that’s why we’re here.

So, what do you say? I’ll officiate your wedding, Alex.

Of course, Dad. You’re Pastor-slash-Doctor Orly!

The man who gave my future wife—

a future chance...

at life.

Weren’t you even planning to give Maita a job?

Of course. Definitely.

But before that, you two need to check out

some couple’s retreats you can attend together.

It’s very important that before you get married,

you both see and understand

God’s purpose in your lives.

He should be the center of your relationship.

And another thing— you must remain chaste for each other.

Right, Maita?

Right, Alex?

Thanks, Dad.

So far,

Maita and I have been able to manage our schedule.

Maybe we’ll just prioritize the—

We’ll just fix the—

Let’s prioritize the—

Alex?

I think this is okay enough.

Right, Maita?

Miss, your tattoo...

- It’s beautiful. - Thank you.

- Where’d you get it done? - Just nearby.

Thank you.

Maita, are you okay?

You really had to do that in the café?

Right in front of Dad?

Sorry.

I thought that was your hand.

Really?

With everything we have to think about for the wedding,

your concern is the server’s tattoo?

I was fine with everything your dad said.

I just thought the girl’s tattoo looked nice, so I asked her about it.

So you're getting a tattoo now?

Yes. I want one.

Maita, let’s pray.

Why?

Either your mind’s still foggy

after the surgery,

or that woman possessed you last night.

Let’s pray.

Lord Father God,

we come before You

to ask for forgiveness

for all our sins.

Guide us, Father God,

on our journey here on Earth.

In my experience,

- Lord, thank you... - the most religious people

- In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen. - are the horniest ones.

They hide their desires so well.

So when no one’s watching,

they’re ravenous.

Giving their all.

Wild...

I know that

because...

My wildest experience is with an ex-seminarian.

Brother Rico,

the man who pounds hard during sex.

When he left the seminary...

for discernment,

that’s when he discovered—

that he won’t stay in the church...

but with me.

With his passion and with his art,

my body became his temple.

- You son of a bitch— - Go!

- Keep going! - Son of a bitch!

- Go on— - You bastard!

You asshole!

- One, two! - Son of a bitch!

Let it all out!

Who hurt you?

That’s enough.

I had just left the seminary—

It was my discernment period,

to figure out whether I’d choose a life in the Church,

or this kind of life.

This is her gym.

This is where I met her.

This is where I chose the life I wanted.

With her.

I saw her video.

So you found it.

I liked it.

My family raised me to always be careful.

“Maita, don’t exhaust yourself,

your heart can’t take it.”

“Maita, don’t stay up late,

your heart can’t take it.”

“Don’t go far.”

“Don’t make friends with just anyone.”

“No flirting.”

“No fighting.”

“Because your heart can’t handle all of that, Maita.”

So eventually,

they used my condition as a reason

to make all my life decisions.

From what I wore,

they even decided who I should love.

They decided everything,

all in the name of protecting my heart.

Sorry...

Am I over sharing?

No. It’s okay. I’m listening.

That’s why she’s lucky.

She can say everything,

do everything.

No shame.

No fear.

Maita,

you have her heart now.

You can do all that too.

If you want,

I’ll help you.

You can do it.

Angelica did it.

So can you.

Don’t close your eyes.

Don’t close your eyes.

Don’t shut your eyes...

Don’t close your eyes.

Don’t close your eyes.

Don’t shut your eyes...

Don’t...

Whoa, your heartbeat’s fast.

This isn’t your first time.

I’m about to do something for the first time.

There you go again.

What kind of new adventure are you planning this time?

With all the tattoos I have,

do you think I could still be an organ donor?

Hey! What are you thinking?

Nothing, really...

What do you think?

How much would my heart sell?

If ever I die,

or get killed?

Just in case, I mean.

Do you want me

to appraise it?

Sure.

It’s priceless...

Priceless?

Very.

Sorry. I couldn’t help it.

Do you miss her?

Every single day.

But it’s like she’s still here, right?

Here.

I don’t even know

what happened.

I don’t know

why she decided to do that.

If she wasn’t happy with me,

I wish she had just said so.

Not like...

just taking her own life like that.

You moved on so fast?

Anj just died.

Or have you already forgotten?

Miss!

Miss, wait! Please!

Miss, please delete the photos.

Miss.

Miss, please delete those pictures.

My boyfriend might get the wrong idea.

Or my family.

It meant nothing.

Flirting’s like that, right? It doesn’t mean anything.

So you didn’t even consider the person you were disrespecting?

Sorry.

His wife was my heart donor.

I just asked about her.

I just wanted to know the person who helped save my life.

I’m sorry—

I’m sorry.

What’s your name?

Maita.

I’m Camille.

Angelica’s girlfriend.

You know,

I’m excited to see that painting replaced with your wedding photos,

or family picture.

Lex,

tell your dad thank you again, okay?

Ma, we’ve already thanked him so many times.

Honey, that’s never enough.

You know, I always thank God

that fate brought you two together.

Just imagine—

his dad’s a surgeon,

and also a pastor.

Healing you both physically and spiritually.

Isn’t that such a blessing?

And he’ll be the one to officiate your marriage.

I’m just so happy!

Your wedding should be grand, right, Maita?

Well, Ma...

Alex...

I’m fine with a small wedding, really.

To celebrate with just our family.

But I have one request,

the family of my heart donor,

is it okay if I invited them?

Honey,

you don’t have to always consider your heart donor.

Right, Alex?

That’s what I keep telling her, Ma’am.

Especially if our morals don’t align.

Yeah. Alex told me about the website—

About Angelica’s vlog.

Sweetheart, it’s enough that we gave thanks and prayed for her.

Thinking about her more will only cloud your mind...

You’re beautiful.

No matter what they say, you’re not dirty.

You’re beautiful.

A woman has needs

that only another woman can fulfill.

A woman’s touch is different.

A woman’s softness is different.

A woman’s taste is different.

It feels different

when her hands

slowly caressing

my breasts...

Down to our vaginas.

Hello!

Hello! I’ll erase the photos. I’m sorry.

“Two ladies, one heart.”

Can we meet?

Anj and I were classmates before she got with Rico.

Her mural in her gym—

I painted that.

This used to be our home

before she decided to move out.

She still came back here,

she never really totally left.

She always came back to me.

Whenever she was running away from something—

You’re crazy. What’s the problem?

I don’t want to think about it right now.

Just make me happy.

This might be the last time...

Fine. Let’s go.

This was her hideout

when she needed to breathe.

To pour out her pain.

Or if she wants to

have sex.

Anj...

I’m just your pastime again?

That’s not true.

Let’s make the most of this,

before I face the consequences of what might happen.

The night before she died,

she was here.

She came to see me.

Damn it, Anj.

Tell me, what did you do?

I’m just about to do it...

What is it?

I promised...

that I wouldn't tell anyone.

But I’m going to help--

I’m going to help her.

I became a suspect because she was last seen here.

But she came from Rico’s place.

She had a lot on her mind—

but she wouldn't say what it was.

She just asked me

to make her happy

in case it was her last night.

Then,

she asked to be left alone. She said she wanted some time to herself.

That ended up being the last time I saw her.

What happened after I fell asleep...

I don’t know anymore.

But I’m sure—

I’m sure someone pushed her.

Because no matter how heavy Angelica’s burdens were,

she couldn’t have done that to herself.

Where have you been?

We have a counseling session today.

Sorry.

When did you get that?

Why? You don’t want it?

Maita, what’s going on with you?

Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?

You look filthy.

Didn’t I already tell you,

I don’t want to see you like that.

You don’t want to?

So just because you don’t want to, I shouldn’t want it either, Alex?

What if I want it? This is my body, right?

Maita,

what are you trying to prove?

You’re the new owner of that heart,

so don’t let it own you.

Alex, it’s not like that.

I want this.

Can you just accept that?

What the!

What’s happening to you?

We’re getting married soon.

Can’t you wait a little longer?

I don’t want to get married.

I'm done with you!

That's enough...

Calm down...

If only I had known

what was bothering her...

maybe I could’ve helped.

After she asked me to do that tattoo,

she just seemed...

angry all the time.

She said she wanted to tell me something about it

but she just couldn’t.

She said not to me yet—

not to anyone.

She just said... she made a promise.

I wish...

I had kept my eye on her.

I wish...

I had protected her.

Today, we’ll talk about

‘How others see you.’

You’re a woman.

Whatever you want to do—

or show—

that’s your right.

And no one has the right

to do anything to you without your consent.

Are we done?

I’m getting sore.

We’re done. There...

Let me see.

That’s beautiful.

Of course.

It’s beautiful—

It’s so me.

Camille.

Do you know her?

Angel—

Angelica used to talk about her all the time.

She loved that girl so much.

To the point that...

she even got that kid’s cutesy signature tattooed.

But after that,

Angelica got really paranoid.

It’s like she regretted something— I just don’t know what.

Then eventually...

she just died...

And the guy in the picture?

Do you know him too?

He’s the owner of their art studio.

He’s...

Mr. Peter Bueno.

Almighty Father, all-powerful God,

Almighty God,

we come to you tonight as a family

and we pray for your child, Maita.

Whose mind is troubled by so many

dark thoughts and afflictions.

Almighty God, clear her mind.

Take away the pain she’s feeling.

Her spirit— renew her spirit...

You’re applying in our studio.

Are you familiar with our artists here?

I have some idea.

Like this one,

isn’t this by Angelica Carpio?

Actually, by her student.

Her name’s also Angel.

Can’t blame you—

they have the same name, the same style.

Angelica had a huge influence on that girl—

She even helped her join a national contest in Bacolod.

We all chipped in just to fly Angel there.

It’s just sad because after that...

they both disappeared.

What happened?

Depression?

They really vanished around the same time—

Just like the other artists, they both struggled with their demons.

One day, Angel just stopped showing up—

like she lost her passion.

She just never came back.

Then after that,

Angelica.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes.

We hold exhibits every second week of the month.

This month we’re featuring artists from our weekend workshops.

May I know your name, please?

Ressa...

Okay, sure.

We can have your works appraised.

And we can take it from there.

I’m available tomorrow afternoon or as early as 7 AM.

Angel?

What is this for again?

I’m a friend of Angelica’s.

It’s a tribute video for her birthday.

Hey, Angel,

I heard you were her favorite student?

You made this, right?

I still have something to do—

Angel, wait.

Please?

For Ms. Angelica.

Ms. Angelica,

I miss you so, so much.

I’m sorry I got mad at you

when you didn’t come with me to Bacolod.

I couldn’t handle it, Ms. Angelica!

Are you okay?

Is this about your contest in Bacolod?

I know everything can be so overwhelming,

but there’ll be other contests that we can join.

Why didn’t you come with me to Bacolod?

Didn’t I tell you I had an event then?

Besides, I knew you could do it, even on your own.

You didn’t come to Bacolod—

You didn’t come with me. You don’t know what happened!

Someone entered my room...

Sir Peter raped me!

Angel...

It’s my fault—

It’s my fault...

I was raped, Ma’am Angelica— I was raped—

He raped me! He raped me!

Angel—

Angel—

I’m really sorry...

I’m really sorry...

I’m really sorry.

Because of my problem,

she got caught up in it too.

Ma’am Angelica took her own life.

It’s okay—this isn’t your fault.

Open your eyes, Maita.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Maita! Scream!

I’m just like Angel.

We both had our eyes shut when it happened.

We were both helpless.

He thought I was asleep from the anesthesia.

I thought I was dreaming,

because I could hear everything.

Close your eyes.

Just close your eyes.

Close your eyes, Maita.

Close your eyes.

But I couldn’t do anything.

Close your eyes.

I couldn’t feel anything.

The only thing I knew—

I just knew they were doing it already.

Those sons of bitches!

I wanted to pray,

but the man doing that to me

was the same one who taught us how to pray.

I'm terrified that people might find me disgusting.

So I never told anyone.

And I’m still afraid until now.

Maybe that’s why you have Angelica’s heart.

So you can fight,

not just for Angel,

but for yourself too.

I’m Maita.

You don’t know me,

but I know you know Angelica.

The one who owned my heart.

Angelica’s gone now...

And there’s only one person to blame.

Peter Bueno.

The man who raped his student,

and maybe even killed her.

Are you really sure about this?

I have something to show you.

It’s beautiful!

That’s Angelica’s heart in your chest—

That courage and strength,

that’s all yours, Maita.

All of it. Take care of it.

I knew it, it’s you!

How dare you stain my name!

I saw you with Angel—

What the hell were you recording, you demon?

You’re the real demon, not me!

- Demon? - Rapist!

Murderer!

Camille! Let’s go—

You bitch!

What were you recording?

Where’s your recording?

You son of a bitch—let me go!

Anj?

Anj—

I begged you, didn’t I?

Whatever you heard from Angel, just forget it.

I have a family— don’t you get that?

You should’ve thought of that before you did that sick thing to Angel!

I’m sorry—

You disgusting piece of trash!

Trash? Weren’t you the trashy one?

- Help! - Don’t bother asking for help—

I’m turning myself in...

This is all because of you.

You think I picked you as an artist

- because of your talent? - Let me go!

Stop!

I wanted you, Anj—

I’ve wanted you for so long!

Let me go—

I want you so bad, Anj.

Everything you post online— I wanted us to do all of that.

You know, I thought something would happen between us in Bacolod.

- But you didn’t go— - You monster!

- So I used Angel instead— - You monster!

- You’re a monster! - I used Angel instead.

I’m turning myself in, Anj...

Sor—

Sorry...

Sorry isn’t enough

for everything you did to Angel!

- No! No! - Sorry will never be enough!

To the loudest heartbeat,

the noise becomes quiet.

To your heart that belongs to me now...

Something will end...

Come in, come in.

You brought so much food! Looks delicious!

Did you make all of this?

Come in, come in.

Maita’s here—

Wow.

Sweetheart, what is that?

That’s embarrassing! Remove that!

- Maita, what is that? - My God!

Why?

That’s me.

That’s my body.

My dirty body that you liked so much,

right, uncle?

You thought I was asleep?

But I saw everything—

I couldn’t move,

but I felt your weight.

When you raped me in the recovery room,

you said,

“Close your eyes, Maita. Close your eyes.”

“Maita, when you wake up, you’ll be able to do anything.”

I heard every word.

“Maita, wake up. Maita—”

You said,

“When you wake up, you’ll marry my son.”

- Maita, what are you talking about? - What, Alex?

You’re so disgusted by people like Angelica?

Well, what about me?

Your dad violated me!

Now that you know— will you still marry me?

My God—

God has to be the center of your life—

Right, Maita?

Close your eyes, Maita. Close your eyes.

When you open them, you’ll be able to do anything.

You’ll finally dance to your own music.

You’ll finally be able to fight any battle.

You’ll finally be free.

Your life is in your hands now, Maita.

It’s time to open your eyes.