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Last Chapter: Alesso Clyde

Hi, everyone. It's been almost three years since I last wrote and updated, and for that I'm sorry. I didn't realize some of you were still waiting for the narration part of this story. Honestly, I hadn't planned on writing it anymore because I lost my passion for writing and I wasn't sure how to start writing Alesso's story. I also don't know how to finally let go of the story and the series because I loved my characters.

One thing we all knew was that Alesso was depressed. I guess I am ready to write it now because I find myself in the same position. Life's been rough lately.

And I hope that none of you ever have to feel this way, but if you do, know that my DMs are always open. You can reach out to me anytime if you need someone to talk to.

Please remember that your feelings are always valid, and that healing and moving on is a process without a set timeline. I wish everyone peace, love, and healing.

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Last Chapter (Part One)

Alesso Clyde Yuchengco

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

As I walked on the halls of College of Medicine, I could feel their eyes on me. Pero sanay naman na ako, so it didn't really matter. Maybe they're wondering why a business management student was in their building.

Isa isa kong tiningnan ang mga signage na nakalagay sa taas ng bawat pinto bago ko ibinalik ang tingin ko sa Certificate of Registration ko. Today's my first day as a shiftee student. I'm not really that nervous because my cousin—Dave, was on that class as well. Besides, I was already acquainted with some of his friends and classmates.

I stopped when I finally saw the room. COM 301. I looked down on the paper I was holding once again. As I was about to enter the room, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry—"

Kaagad akong tumungo at pinulot ang nahulog na papel. "It was my fault. I'm sorry," I told her, apologizing sincerely.

Nanatili lang siyang nakatingin sa akin. Na para bang hindi siya makapaniwalang nasa harap niya ako.

"I'm s-sorry, are you hurting somewhere?" I asked her. I was already nervous because she was just looking at me. Baka mamaya nasaktan siya... but I felt relieved when she finally shook her head.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I was just confused seeing you here," she said. "You're Yuchengco, right? The basketball player?"

I smiled timidly at her. "Uhm, yeah..." sabi ko. Ipinakita ko sa kanya ang papel ko. "I shifted courses. And apparently, my first class for today would be here, in this room," I said, pointing inside.

"Oh..." she said as she smiled at me. "We're in the same block then. I'm Ryca, by the way," she said offering her hand.

I accepted it as I smiled back. "Alesso."

* * *

They say that moving on is a process...

But why do I feel like I'm forever stuck in that process?

I'm with Boe. Finally. I should be happy, right? Because this was what she wanted. This was the reason why she died... for me to be happy with her. This was the purpose of her death... so I should be happy. I should be. I need to be happy. I must be happy.