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Prologue
His POV

Naalala ko pa nung una kaming magkita, dun yun sa may library.

I used to sleep in there. And it was in the second semester when I first saw her.

Natutulog ako nun habang may earphones na nakapasak sa mga tenga ko. My day has always been boring but that day was way different. Nakapikit ako ng mariin pero alam kong gising pa rin ako. Ano ba ang tawag nila dun? Yung naka half sleep ba, oo, ganun yun.

Nang imulat ko ang mga mata ko, siya agad ang nahagip neto. From that moment, I know that is special about her.

Hindi naman ako naniniwala sa love at first sight kaya ipinag walang bahala ko na lang ito. It was just a mere attraction.

Little did I know ay nag iiba na pala ang pakiramdam ko dito. I began to ask details about her, asking about her name, age and degree program.

Sometimes I followed her around, I looked a freakin' stalker. Thanked God that I haven't seen any guy that is bugging her or else I will be fuckin pissed.

I am not a book lover pero lagi akong tumatambay dun para lang makita siya.

She has these r ound eyeglasses that reminds of Harry Potter.

Her hair is red, long and curly that always flows on both of her shoulders.

Everybody says that having freckles can totally ruin one's face, bu that doesn't stop her in look stunning. Her freckles actually serve as her signature mark, her asset. Those brown spots make her face more naïve and sweeter compared to the other girls who have make up.

She's beautiful without even noticing it.

She's like an angel and

damn, I like her.

Sa ika apat kong taon dito sa kolehiyo ngayon pa lang ako tinamaan ng ganito.

She is a Bio student while I, on the other hand majored in Film Making and Photography. I'm a year older than she is.

Hindi pa kami nagiging mag kaklase kaya at the end of 1st semester on my last year in College I've decided to dropped my Word Literature subject, It's not because I didn't passed but it's because of her crazy as it seemed pero yun talaga ang ginawa ko.

My blockmates were shocked upon hearing the news about me dropping a subject only days away from the end of the semester. But I didn't tell them my reason 'cause I don' want to admit that I am like a crazy, little puppy whenever I am attracted with a girl.

Nung nag start na yung 2nd semester ay I am quite excited? No?

Scrap that, my heart is thumping so hard because of the excitement. Good thing na pinayagan ako ng babae sa registrar na ipalipat ako sa klase kung saan in siya kabilang. At first, she asked me about my reason, I just made up an excuse sinabi ko na were childhood friends at pinapabantayan siya sakin ng mga magulang niya. I saw a doubt written on her face pero buti na lang ay pumayag ito.

7:30 ang first class ko which is sa World Literature. Hindi ako mapapagod na gumising ng maaga para lang makita ko siya.

Everyone were already filling in the room pero wala pa rin ito. Don't tell me niloko lang ako ni ateng nasa registrar? I would really sue that woman kapag hindi ko ito naging kaklase.

My morning is already turning into a bad vibe when I saw a familiar silhouette in her red curly hair.

I greeted her with a big smile.

"Good morning!"

Halatang napapitlag ito. Imbis na ngumiti ay yumuko na lamang ito.

What's with that? Is she bothered by my presence or baka naman hindi niya na kaagad ako type. Mali ba yung ginawa ko? Naging friendly lang naman ako, baka naging FC ako sa paningin niya.

May vacant seat sa tabi ko malapit sa may bintana, para sana sa kanya pero hindi ito nito umupo. Dun siya pumunta sa may pinakasulok. Sayang lang pala ng pinareserve ko. May mga gusto sanang maupo dito. Pero I told them that the seat is already taken by someone.

Natapos ang isang oras na hindi niya man lang ako kinausap o tinapunan ng tingin. But that doesn't stop me on suing her. First step pa lang ito.

Weeks have passed pero dedmazoned pa rin ako sa babaeng iyon. I shook my head and brushed my hands through my hair because of frustration.

"Pare, may laro tayo mamayang 5. Practice daw sabi ni Coach"

Nilingon ko naman ang kagrupo ko sa soccore at tinanguan na lamang ito.

I have been a part of the soccer team since I was in 1st year. Nung una ayaw ko naman talagang sumali pero I had no choice, kailangan ko kasi ng scholarship. And being a part of any varsity team will gave you a 50% discount on the tuition fee. Hindi lang iyan ang scholarship ko. Part din ako sa Dean's listers kaya being an Acad. Scholar also gives me income. Kada start of the semester ay meron akong perang natatanggap na nasa pinakamataas ang amount for being one of the best student all over the University.

Kasama na rin siya dun.

She has the beauty, brain and money. Anak siya ni Governor. Habang ako naman ay anak sa labas ng isa ring kongresista. Astig diba?

I glance at her. Busy na naman itong nagbabasa ng libro. Hindi ba sumasakit ang ulo niya niyan? Kaya siguro ang kapal kapal ng salamin niya.

I pulled out my DSLR cam. from my bag.

Itong lang ang kaisa-isang camera ko. Bigay sakin ni Mama bago siya namatay last year. Tinatago niya pala yung mga inibigay kong pera na pambili sana ng gamot niya. She has leukemia ever since I was in high school. At dahil inabanduna na kami wala akong choice kundi ang kumayod sa murang edad.

Naging kargador ako sa pier tuwing madaling araw. I went to school then before going home nag tututor muna ako sa isang 8 year old na babae.

Ako yung nag silbing haligi ng tahanan. Alam kong nahihirapan si Mama pero kahit kailan ay hindi ko naisip na isa siyang pabigat.

Years passed and she looked paler and thinner than before. Then, umabot na pala siya sa stage 3. Kung sana alam ko di pinilit ko siyang magpa chemo. I am willing to sell one of my kidneys o kahit ano pang parte ng katawan ko para sa kanya. But I was too late.

She died in my arms while holding a Nikon camera. It's one of the latest models. Napaiyak ako hindi dahil sa camera. Kundi ito ay dahil sa sinakripisyo niya para sa akin.

I place my cam. in front left eye and set it on in the right angle.

*click*

It was my first photo of her.

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