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?
Ian's been acting cold and weird lately but I chose to ignore it. Because I know he's just stressed about everything that happened to him. Recovering was just as hard as hitting that accident.
My dad asked me to go home, since I rarely spend time with them already. I know I'll be facing a lot of stress there so I decided to meet with Jimin first. Sa totoo lang, kelangan ko talaga ng kausap ngayon.
I may look like I'm strong enough but the next thing I want to do is to give up.
And yet i didn't. Everything is so tiring and yet I'm still here. Fighting for Ian. Acting strong for Ian. I badly wanted to help him get back the life he had before the accident.
But sometimes it's hard to do it when he doesn't want to help himself. Mabilis syang mainis at magalit. Kahit maliliit na bagay, naiirita sya. When things don't go his way, he throws tantrums right away.
And that slowly drains me. But I'm still here. Pilit na hinahabaan ang pasensya. Pilit na inintindi sya.
"Teh, remind lang ha. Kapag napapagod, nagpapahinga. Kapag mabigat, binibitawan."
Jimin's words hit me but I chose to ignore them. Hindi ako pwedeng bumitaw. Pano nalang si Ian kung susuko ako at mapapagod sa kanya. I need to be there for him. I need to be strong for him. For the both of us.
"Oh, anong plano mo ngayon? Alam mong pag uwi mo papagalitan ka lang ulit. Di ka ba nai-stress? Araw araw nalang yang sermon sayo. Pumayat ka na. Nakarating pa sa nanay mo na mas lalong bumaba mga grades mo. Bakla, alam kong mahal mo si Ian. Mahal nyo ang isa't isa. Pero 'wag kalimutan yung sarili ha?"
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After spending few hours with Jimin, I decided to go home. No matter how I ignore them, I know I have to deal with my mother's wrath.
Shoulders and head down, I entered our house. Lights were off, leaving only one dim light for the entire house and I thought it was late enough already and everyone's sleeping but a hard slap has welcomed me.
Of course my mother would slap me.
I can feel the redness and the heat of the my cheek where she slapped me as I touch it with my palm. I loooked at her in sullen silence, yet my eyes with so much rage.
"Kelan mo ititigil lahat ng katangahang 'to Tyler?"
I remained quiet. Fighting myself not to burst out of her.
"Ayoko sa lahat ay anak na bobo! Ilang sampal ba ang kailangan kong ilapat dyan sa mukha mo para magising kang bata ka, ha?"
"I don't know mom, you tell me! Ilang beses mo pa ba ko kayang saktan? Kelan kaya dadating yung araw na tatayo kang totoong nanay sakin?" I snorted as I looked above trying to fight the tears that are coming. "God I wanna burn that fucking piece of paper where it tells everyone that you're my mother. Kasi hindi naman talaga. Right mom? You were just a mother in the damn papers, not in this house. And never once in my life."
