Chasing, November.

Episode 1

Disclaimer.

This story is a work of fiction, meaning it does not relate to the real life person that are being potrayed in this story. Any relevance maybe a coincidence, but is purely made by the author's imaginations. Indicated places, real events, personalities, etc. are coincidential and unintentional. Read at your own risk.

Alfonso Chase Suarez. he's tired, mentally and physically. All of his actions feels pointless, if life has a restart button he would probably risk everything to start all over again. But everything is still the same, same problems, same situation, it sucks the soul out of you.

Head slumped on his desk, he's a 4th year College Student B.S Management. You probably got the hint, the typical scenario wherein the son is the heir of a rich company and will be forced to take over and be the next successor. Yes, kinda? but he is never forced on this. He just felt obliged to take over. His parents are divorced but still in touch for merely business purposes. His parents were not strict as you will imagine. But, that doesn't mean they're perfectly fine.

It has its downs, they never cared.

They never did.

Funny how they cheer you for your achievements, but never helped you nor comfort you along the process. They never saw how I got it, how I worked hard for it. For them it was easy, I got it 'easy'. Kasi I was perceived as the 'Perfect Son'

"Bullshit." I whispered and continued to slump my head on my desk overloaded by business papers. It was a damn mess, every corner was in disorder . I have a habit that when i'm in distress, the cleanliness of my room will reflect on the mood that I have. I raised my head to look at the time.

02:30

"Shit. I'm mentally drained, I need a breather." his voice was hoarse, it's the cause of over studying, staying up too late + bad eating habits and no exercise. He was barely living. He stretches his arms and waist feeling the pleasure and pain of sitting for 8 hours straight. He then let his eyes rest for a while to look around his room.

Empty chip bags on his trash bin, empty cartons of juices, and crumpled papers on the floor. His room was dumped with garbages, it was a total wasteland. If someone will look at his room, they might judge him immediately as a sick homebody. He stood up while eyeing all of his mess. He released a big sigh, he's tired of life that's what his sigh means. He fetched his phone to look at the messages from his friends or family.

Chase lives alone in his Condo around Taft Avenue close to his University. He wants to be alone ever since his parents broke up, so he settled for a condo unit. You know the feeling when something feels alright not until you feel the burning sensation of the wound you never expected? The wound that never hurted not until there's blood and sweat that will give you over bearing pain. Once you discover the cut on your skin, the reply will be always be 'it's okay i'm fine, it's just a little cut' but once the cut turned into a wound. That's when you'll realize that "what if" you never discovered the cut, what did you do to be hurt like this when all you did was hide and bear the pain.

Why do I always get left out, I was never included in their decisions nor was I a part of their plan. To them I am just an object of their future success.

I was never like this, not at this state. Masaya naman ako noon, I had times where I would smile relendlessly and laugh as if there's no tomorrow I had it fun and chill way back with my friends lalo na nung highschool. But now, I learned to hide, I learned to be more cautious, I hate the feeling of attachments. The feeling when you feel like you're the most happiest person alive but you have to face the consequences it has like there's something in exchange.