Just your typical bestfriends-since-birth story but add a little complication on the side with the influence of alcohol, music, arts, and feelings- get to know how Gin and Lorenzo took their friendship into the next level.
Or, will they?
I'm at the party but my mind was busy thinking about my bestfriend. Hindi na sya nagtext kung nakauwi na ba sya or what. I keep on flooding him with calls and texts but I got nothing.
I stood up from my seat, drank the last glass of my alcohol and decided to ditch the party.
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My heart is racing and I wanted to get home as soon as possible. I wanted to take a bath and get changed and take off the smell of smoke and alcohol all over my body.
I wanted to see Gin right now. And my heart raced even more after seeing him all cuddled up on my bed hugging my pillow in front of him.
Carefully, I walked towards him and sit on the edge of the bed. I looked at his sleeping face and noticed a small tear coming from his eyes.
My baby was crying while falling asleep.
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I tucked his hair away from his face and he flinched a little because of that.
"Hi, I'm home."
I wanted to get home to this forever.
Slowly he opened his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted. Gin closed his eyes again as I wiped the tear off his cheeks.
I moved few inches closer to him and asked him, "Are you okay?"
He shook his head slightly and I can no longer help myself but hug him. "Umiyak ka kapag kasama mo ako. Ayokong nalulungkot at umiiyak kang mag isa, Gin."
I held his face after hugging him. Forcing an eye contact from him. "Ssshh, tahan na po."
He nodded, trying to control his sobbing. "I don't want to study abroad Ian. And I want to continue fine arts."
I wiped his welling eyes again. "No one's going away, hm? Hindi ako papayag na umalis ka. If I have to talk to Tito Ram about it, I will Gin."
"Can I stay here muna? I don't want to go home." He asked.
