Sailing Friendship |✓

PROLOGUE

Since then, I already believed that friendship is much more significant than any romantic relationship. I value friendship next to family.

Boyfriend? Nah, way out of character for me. Waste of time knowing it'll come to an end whether you favor it or not.

"Nirvana," I shifted my gaze from the mirror to the male who had entered my room without permission.

My face immediately contorted upon seeing him. "What the hell do you need?"

"Sungit." aniya at nahiga sa kama. He lifted his right foot and put it above the sheets.

"Steven!" I shouted, running to his direction then I smacked his leg. "You will leave stains on my bed! Get the hell outta here!"

Pinagpapalo ko siya dahilan para mapabangon ito at naiinis na tumingin sa akin.

"Calm down, sis, will you?!"

"How can I calm down if you are causing me trouble in here?" I countered. "Ano ba kasi ang kailangan mo?"

"Came here to ask if you still have no plans on going back home! It's been a year, Nirvana. C'mon." his orbs rolled.

I became silent, not knowing what to answer. Honestly speaking, I still haven't think about this, going home and stuff.

Rather, I chose not to think about it.

Hindi pa ako handang balikan ang mga iniwan ko. I was too immature back then, too focused on my own emotions, not minding what others might feel.

"Why? Do wanna go home already? Feel free, Steven. No one needs you in here, anyway." mockery and irritation was evident in my voice before I sat on my bed and used my hands as a support to lean backwards.

Rinig ko ang mahina niyang singhal bago ako tinitagan nang may inis na ekspresyon. "Will you talk to me in a calm manner at least? You are being like this that's why everybody hates you and always choose to abandon you instead!"

Natigilan ako sa sinabi niya. For a moment, I wasn't able to retort any words. Napako ang aking mga mata sa kan'ya.

When he realized what he had said, regret and sorry registered on his face.

He knew he went overboard.

But it was the truth, anyway.

I was always rude. Sarcastic. And plastic, in my perspective.

I never really cared about what other people might feel as long as it satisfies my greed to make them feel what they did to me. I had always wanted revenge but was too denial to admit it.

"I'm sorry." he apologized that made me snap back to reality. Letting out a sigh, I stood up.

"You don't have to."

"Still,"

I winced and arched a brow. "If you really are sorry, then leave."

"Tsh." singhal niya at tumalikod na sa akin.

When he was out of sight, my mind started to drift away from reality. I became clouded with my what ifs.

I made lots of unforgivable mistakes and bad decisions that led me to where I am today.

I am full of regrets. Thinking, what could have happened if I chose to listen to them rather than validating only my own emotions?

Will it be a different story? Or will the end still be the same. I, being stuck in this cycle, waking up, casually continuing living my life, then think about my neverending what ifs that is impossible to be answered.

Nakakasawa na rin minsan.

Still, I am glad I met them. I am in joy knowing that at some point of my life, they were part of it. We shared laughter, tears, memories. They were gems I failed to protect.

Nonetheless, if I can bring back time and experience things once again, I gladly will.

Because the happiness their presence brought cannot be compared to the agony I feel. The pain because of them is worth it.

Before I even knew it, I started reminiscing the good old times...