Ang Cheerleader Ng Buhay Ko [boyxboy]

Chapter 56

K E N T

"Kent Mathieu Villegas, get your ass up!" Joey's voice cut through the haze of my troubled thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

As her words echoed in my ears, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, urging me to rouse from the darkness of my thoughts. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, the heaviness of exhaustion and heartache still clinging to me like a suffocating shroud.

The previous night has been a torment of emotions, with tears flowing freely and regrets gnawing at my whole being. I hoped that sleep would offer some relief, that maybe in dreams, I could find a temporary escape from the pain in my heart. But the sunlight seeping from the curtains that Joey just peeled away only seemed to intensify the ache within me, and I found myself unwilling to face the reality of my situation.

The weight of unspoken words and tangled emotions lay heavily on my chest, and I felt as though I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. People say follow your heart. But my heart is in pieces, which piece should I follow?

I wanted to scream, to vent my frustrations at the unfairness of it all, but my voice felt trapped in my throat. Instead, all that came out were silent tears that soaked my pillow. I was lost, adrift in a sea of heartache, and I didn't know how to find my way back to shore.

In that moment, Joey's voice was a lifeline, a gentle tug back to reality. Her concern was tangible, and I could feel her love and support wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. She knows me well, and she could relate to the depths of my pain. But even with her by my side, I couldn't help but feel like I was drowning.

"I can't, Joey." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "My heart feels like it's been torn apart."

As I lay there, grappling with my emotions, I couldn't help but wonder why 'heartbreak' was so appropriately named. They say it's all happening inside your brain, that the flood of emotions and the rush of thoughts are the culprits behind the pain.

But in this moment, as tears started streaming down my cheeks again, my heart feels like it's being crushed. I couldn't deny the physicality of the ache. It 's not just emotional pain; it feels like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Joey sat beside me on the bed, concern etched on her face. "Di mo parin sa'kin sinasabi kung anong nangyari, but staying in bed won't make it any better. You need to get out of this room and breathe some fresh air. Maybe a change of scenery will help."

I nodded weakly, appreciating Joey's efforts to help me through this difficult time. Tama naman siya — I couldn't stay locked away in this room forever.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself to sit up, feeling the weight of exhaustion and heartache pulling at me.

"I'll try," I mumbled, wiping away my tears as I forced myself to get out of bed.

The room seemed to spin for a moment, but I steadied myself with Joey's support. She stood by my side, offering her strength, and together, we slowly made our way out to the balcony.

Almost 5pm na pala. I laid in bed all day, trying to sleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind ran circles from one thought to another. I tried so hard to quiet the thoughts and let myself drift off into a peaceful slumber, but it didn't happen. Sleep didn't come.

I got lost in my own thoughts — it has become an unfamiliar territory.

As we stepped out of the balcony, a breath taking view of the Makati skyline greeted me, but I couldn't find the energy to appreciate it fully. Feeling lost and overwhelmed from last night, I boarded the earliest flight at 4 o'clock this morning to seek refuge in Joey's condo in Makati.