"Do you know why fictional characters doesn't exist?" My boy best friend asked me while he was reading a book.
"Luh? Kaya nga fictional character, eh. Intindihin mo fictional diba fiction ibig sabihin hindi totoo. Saan na naman ba lumipad utak mo?" Natatawang sagot ko sa kaniya.
"Just ask me why. Ang dami mong sinabi agad eh pwede naman sabihing why?" Masungit na sabi niya.
Attitude ka?
"Ok, why?" tanong ko.
"Because they're too perfect to be real. Yung darating sa point na iisipin mo na sana totoo na lang sila na sana nakikita, nahahawakan at nakakausap mo but of course you can't." Seryosong sabi niya sabay sara sa librong hawak niya.
"Luh, naalala ko na naman tuloy si Wattpad ko nakakainis ka." nakasimangot na sabi ko pero nginisihan lang ako nitong walanghiya.
"Just always remember that I'm always here for you because.. I love you."
He said and he slowly fades away. Naramdaman ko na lang na basa ang magkabilang pisngi ko. Then, I woke up.
He's my bestfriend Ivo. He died while writing my favorite novel.
Right, he was an author. A famous one in fact, but one night while writing inside his apartment, he was stabbed multiple times in his back and his neck.
He loves me that's why he wrote a novel about me and him.
None of the stories I've read can replace it because it was written by the man I treasured the most.
But, he won't hear me saying "I love you" anymore.
Until then Iyubov moya, I love you.
