Mended Broken Souls (✔️)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

"Dito ka rin pala nag-aral sa Manila," I said... awkwardly as I looked away because my heart was keep on hammering against my chest.

This is wrong to feel this. But who wouldn't feel this if you still love the person in front of you? I just casually spoke it as though we hadn't swore to love each other forever before. I wish we are just really strangers right now—strangers that have no hidden memories beneath the casual talk.

"Ah, oo." Ngumiti siya't tumango. Kasuwal lang din siya kung makipag-usap.

"My youth is yours!" Napatingin ulit ako sa harapan at nakitang tapos na si Troye Sivan sa pagkanta.

I held Venice's arm at my side because I want to come back to the apartment now, but unfortunately, it wasn't Venice whom I was holding. It was Tristan, my blockmate in the program I am currently taking.

Irita kong inalis ang kamay ko sa braso niya lalo na nang ngumisi ito sa 'kin. He likes me, he already said it last month, and even tried to court me but I would always reject him. Pinilit niya ako nang paulit-ulit, at ayaw ko ng ganoon kaya prangka ko siyang sinabihan.

"Parang gusto mo na yatang ligawan kita, Ashia. Ano, game?" he teasingly asked. I throw him daggers through my eyes.

"Alam ko na talaga ang ganiyang galawan ng mga babae. Pa-hard to get lang, eh. Sige na... ligawan na kita. Nakakapagod namang maghabol ng hard to get..." He acted so exhausted. Ang sarap sampalin.

"If you're tired on chasing me, then stop. As easy as that," I muttered with brimming irritation.

Hindi ko na alam kung nasaan ba ngayon si Venice. She was just beside me earlier, joining the crowd to shout. Dahan-dahan nang gumapang ang labis na irita sa 'kin na ayokong maramdaman because I know what I can impulsively do once it brims.

The anger inside me rose after hearing those words from Tristan. He's stereotyping, and I hate how he spat those words easily. Hearing him saying that he's tired already makes me want to vomit.

Courting isn't easy as that. If he's already tired on this stage that he's asking or in his case, forcing me to approve him courting me... then what more if I let him, and we're already inside of a relationship?

He's far different from Ca—My mind halted from continuing to say his name. Napatingin ulit ako sa kanang tabi at nakita siyang nakatingin nang mariin kay Tristan.

I should really leave now. I felt chained and suffocated by the past by just seeing him again after our last talk.

I began to stride towards the crowd to find my friend, but I felt a force grab on my hand. The tight and forced grab was hurting my skin. At this moment, I want to hurt physically the one who did it.

Nilingon ko gamit ang malamig at madilim na tingin ang kung sino mang gumawa no'n at nakita kong si Tristan na naman na may nakakaloko pa ring ngisi sa mga labi. Dahil sa iritasyon at galit ay puwersahan at malakas kong binawi ang kamay ko na naging dahilan upang muntik na siyang matumba.

The crowd was still chaotic—busy adoring the voice of Troye Sivan in front, but some of them near us were fixing their eyes on us with a confused reaction on their faces l as if we just stole their attentions.

"Tangina mo naman, Ashia! Bakit ba kasi ayaw mong mag-paligaw?!" galit na galit na sigaw ni Tristan nang makatayo siya nang maayos. Napatingin na talaga ang karamihan sa mga taong nandito sa concert sa banda namin dahil sa malakas niyang sigaw.

To avoid the attention that I always loathe, I quickly ran towards the exit. But unfortunately, Tristan followed me again. Galit na galit ang mukha nito, at hinawakan niya ulit ang braso ko nang mahigpit.