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"How can you live your life if you can't create new memories?"
"How can I move forward when I'm stuck in the past?"
"I know that the saddest moment is when a person who gave you the best memories, becomes a memory but I guess having n...
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" Leyra let's go." Krio hold my hand. Sobrang higpit. Nararamdaman ko ang lamig ng kamay nito.
" Wait!" sabi ko. I poked the woman in front of me. Lumingon ito. " Excuse me, what is happening? Who did this?" tanong ko sa kanya.
" I don't know. We're just passing by and this is what we saw. Well they kinda deserve it." pagpapaliwanag nito. At umalis na. Everyone is chattering. Tapos ay nagsialisan yung iba na parang wala lang nangyari. As if killings is just normal to them.
" Why are you guys just leaving, as if you saw nothing happened ? They were just tortured!" I said with a loud voice, their attentions are shifted on me.
" Leyra, what are you doing?" nagtatakang bulong ni Krio.
" Do you think that's inhuman?" I asked Krio and I was so confused.
" No, that's not inhuman. But what they did is inhuman too." Krio said to me. Someone interrupted us.
" Hey, miss!? You're living in Las Haciendas. A place where no rules are existing. Killings is normal in here. It's a punishment. People living in here are not new to that. Don't worry because they deserved it actually. Those killings you, witnessed or knew, like in here, they would not earned that for no reason. Gosh, where on Las Haciendas did you came from!?" sabi nito. I was so speechless with what she said.
" Leyra, come on. Let's go home." Krio whispered. Hinila na niya ako papalayo hanggang sa makabalik kami ng kotse.
" Don't mind what they said." sabi nito at pinaandar ang kotse. I was so exhausted. May nakita akong tubig sa tabi ni Krio I drink it to quench my thirst, hanggang sa may napansin akong isang litrato kinuha ko ito. It was a photo of an old man and a man with tattoos on his body whose face was scratched. Tinignan ko yung likod nito, may nakalagay.
" Who is this?" I asked Krio while his eyes are gazing back and forth on the road and me.
" Señor Vincenzo, the tattoo artist you etched on you, gave that to us. He was the old man in there and the other guy is his anak-anakan." sabi nito.
" Can we go to him? I think it has an address?" I begged.
" Leyra, it's already late? You're tired already. We can find him tomorr—" I interrupted him.
" Please!? I need to see him now. I have a strange feeling towards this guy." sabi ko.
" Leyra!?" nagdadalawang isip na sabi nito.
" Please, I'm begging you." pagmamakaawa ko sa kanya. I heard a deep sigh from him.
" Fine." he had no choice but to said that. I gave him the address. I write it down on my notes. After a few minutes nakarating na kami. I forgot why am I here?
" I think we're here. Let's go." sabi nito at bumaba na. He then opened the door of the car for me.
" Wait, nasaan tayo? Sino ka?" tanong ko sa lalaking nag bukas ng pinto. He get some photos on my bag and show me a photo of us and there was written word " LOVE" . I didn't complained, bumaba na ako. He explained to me why are we here.
