Buoyant when it was heavy.
Nothing when it was really everything.
We had known our roles in pursuit of our solitary affair, and it is the absence we favor rather than the brush of our presence.
That is how we knew our relations are twisted - Carol and I.
"Come, Brook. Mag c-cr tayo." Small days deteriorates with nothing but clinging to the usual of hearing their squabbles - their usual.
Perhaps nothing really, or perhaps our exploit for using guise are somewhat remarkable, but we had witness the distortion of our precedent - what happened during and after Alfred's Birthday.
Hearing myself grumbling and seeing Carol being extravagant: I am in therefore deep appreciative stance when seeing and hearing an interaction as if nothing really happened.
"Why can't you go alone?" What is up with her comfort room journeys? Palagi na lang nagpapasama. At I am yet occupied with fixing my things anyway.
"Don't be so maarte, Brook." Carol displayed her impressive eye muscles by rolling it to the back of her head.
"You can go alone, Carol." I fastened my bag and stood from my feet. I give Carol a glance and caught a glimpse of her yet and always dramatic stance.
"For goodness sake, Brook! A 'sure' would be fine!" Her urge to propose her ideals unconsciously charged her hands to flew everywhere. Napahinga ako ng malalim at tinapik ang balikat nito bago nagsimula ng maglakad.
"You silly little girl. Don't you know what owing a favor is? Hinintay kita kaya sumama ka." Carol gripped my hand and exert her force, pulling me alongside with her.
This and this and this. As always, it was hard keeping up with her. Her talk will always be ceaseless. And so everything appeared fine, I concluded myself.
"You stay here." Carol spoke as if I have the comprehension of a dog myself. I only remain unresponsive and itched my hand.
"I see no alternative, Carol." My only reaction is that of a person who can but scoff at her current viewing point. Habang umiikot ang paningin ko sa loob ng comfort room, napangiti ito bigla at binigyan ako ng thumbs up bago pumasok sa isang cubicle. I only took a deliberate breath bago tumingin sa salamin. I am too lethargic to oppose anyway.
There was it again.
I reach for my neck until I was tracing the red that discord the complexion of my skin. Its peak did not recede even with the consumption of time - I only tug the majority of my strand towards my right shouler to sleeve the red blemish.
Carol was taking her time when I heard it. A soft heaving out of cry coming from the neighboring cubicle.
"Oh my gosh! Is this haunted? Hail Mary full of grace..." The cry was strained until hushed. Napailing na lang ako and took a small pack of hand tissue out from my bag, sliding it under the girl's cubicle. It was this time I have figured, Carol is somewhat religious.
"Bakit walang nagsabing hunted 'to?! Fucking bladder, it's so not cooperating!"
"Hurry, Brook! No time to wash hands!" Carol loudly stumbled out, overwhleming the walls and looking exaggeratadely troubled. In reflex, I promptly leaned back ng kuhanin na sana nito ang kamay ko. Napalaki ang mata nito at uumiling - iling.
"Like hell I would wash my hand right now!" Kumaripas rin ito ng takbo, hands unwashed. Muli akong napabuntong hininga at naglaka na rin. Before the thud of my closing door, I heard her again whimpering - it was strained, as might all her effort are exerted just to swallow all her cries. But then the door thudded, leaving her that was no less than a memory of mine.
BINABASA MO ANG
Still Him, At The End Of The World.
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