Greis and Rum (COMPLETED)

28- Separate

I've been staring at the screen for God knows how long without the right mind to comprehend. I just went static. While Santana was crying, pulling out one tissue after wetting the other and I couldn't relate to it. She must've realized that I wasn't on the same page as her so she looked at me after she blew her nose. Her eyes puffy already and voice hoarse with the silent crying and sniffs, Santana says "Wala ka bang nararamdaman sa pelikulang yan? Di ko na kaya, bakit ba natin to pinanood?" she continued to bawl again but this time covering her face with a pillow.

"Gusto ko ng sequel!" She demanded "What happened next? This is so heartbreaking. Sana nagkabalikan sila."

"Ano bang nangyari? Ano yung binasa ni George?" I asked, confused.

She threw me a dagger look "Hindi ka pala nag-pay attention sa movie?" she said as she took another tissue to wipe her soaked cheeks. Ang sama ng tingin, kala mo naman siya si George. I picked up the glass of water and drank, "Bakit? Ikaw ba si George? Offended na offended ka ah."

"How I wish nga na ako si George para mabatukan kita. How could you not be hooked with the movie?! It was so beautiful. Kathryn's character development is so evident, sobra niyang galing dito and DJ too."

"Sure? Gusto mong maging si George?" I raised a brow to tease her. She nodded, her smile fading a little bit fast like how dust could be blown away by the wind and just disperse so quickly without us even noticing. I heard her sigh before saying anything and it was so deep that I might drown if I try to reach it "Gusto ko sana ganon din ako kabrave na harapin ang lahat kahit wala na siya, na hindi na nag-aalala, na hindi na sinusubukang balikan ang nakaraan para ayusin ang kasalukuyan at ang hinaharap."

Then she smiled again, but it did not reach her eyes. It bothered me.

"But the thing is, what George and Primo did does not work for everyone. Separating allows us to grow or heal but... I don't think it's best for everyone. Especially when you know you're risking something or someone for instance." she added.

"What happened to you and Jared?" I turned a blind eye to know what really happened between them even though I heard the story from his point of view. I didn't buy his story from that night. Well, this is getting confusing. But I made sure I stopped myself from saying anything unless she tells me to.

"I tried so hard to contact him, Cat. Gusto kong ayusin ang kung ano mang nangyari sa amin dahil ayokong guluhin niya ang buhay m—a-ang buhay niyo d-dahil sa amin naman yung problema."

"Wala na kayo nung Christmas?"

Her actions were startling me, it was filled with adrenaline "He cut me off but I kept on finding more ways to get to him. Bakit? Anong nangyari?"

"He attempted to t—"

She quickly groped my arm upon reacting "Cat, I'm so sorry. That jerk dared to touch you. Were you hurt? This is all my fault dahil wala ako dito. It was my fault." but I could not see in any angle why it could be considered her fault. I understood why she had to go away—she had to rest. She had to take a break from the load I'm giving, my mess she kept on cleaning after, for things that I stress her out. She took a well-deserved break because I exhausted her. There is no way that she is responsible for her ex's horrendous actions. Santana is no one's puppet, she is hers and I can't understand why this is happening to her mindset. She used to be unperturbed.

"Pero sabi niya na ikaw daw ang may ayaw na sa relationship." I stood up as soon as she took her phone from the bedside table. I followed her to the sofa where she threw her coat and bag earlier. Her actions bothered me "Santana, tell me something!"

"He is absolutely the worst. That mother fucking piece of shit." He murmured and before a second of silence, she spoke again without looking into my eyes "I have to go."