It take him hour to compose himself, Binuksan niya ang cellphone para tignan ang oras at malapit na pala mag alas singko, ganon na pala katagal ang inilagi niya sa silid. Tumayo siya at lumabas ng kwarto. If I can't sleep, then I might as well go downstairs, ngunit nasa hagdan na siya ng mapansing tahimik ang buong bahay, dumiretso siya sa kusina peeking inside. “tita ..?” tinawag niya ito with utter confusion in his face. No one answered and the room was empty, “Nasan ang mga tao?”. He did the same on the other side of the house, he tried to knock on the doors and still no one answered, umakyat siya sa hagdan papunta sa kwarto ni Pablo, kakatok na sana siya nang mapansin bukas ang pinto nito.he didn't think twice and enter “Pablo .. ?” But to his dismay the man was not inside. He went downstairs noticing the door on the side of the kitchen, pinihit niya ang door knob and his eyes landed to a path, as he took his foot trailing it, it leads him to a wide garden. his eyes searching for any sign of him. His sight landed upon the lone figure sitting on a bench not far away from where he was na nakatitig sa kawalan, kahit hanggang sa kinaroroonan niya ay rinig ko ang maka ilang beses na malalim na pagbuntong hininga niya. Nilapitan niya ito, trying not to make any noise.
He have heed that Pablo was drinking, and then saw a few cans of empty alcohol next to it, and theres more that were not opened near his feet.Makalipas lamang ng ilang sandali, the man seem to notice his presence. Napatingin siya sa gawi ko, “Stell ..!?” Gulat na usal nito. “Can I sit here?” He asks smiling down at me. After a few moments of stunned silence his words finally seemed to register at him. Pablo force a smile and nod. “ saka, penge ah, ” grabbing a can, Hindi na siya nakaangal pa nang nabuksan ko na ito. We sat there in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. Tanging buntong hininga lamang ang nagkakawala sa aming dalawa. Kailangan niya ng pam-palakas ng loob. The only way he can confess to Pablo is when he is drunk and he can let the alcohol do the talking. ... his eyes kept glancing to him as he sipped his drink. Inisang lagok niya ito, Stell wince 'di niya alam na gano'n pala ito katapang. as the content left a burning sensation down his throat, shaking my head slightly. .
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My badboy boyfriend [PabStell]
Fanfic|disclaimer:| This is a work of fiction by the author's imagination. Incident that portrayed within this story is purely fictional. Any resemblances to actual events are unintentional. Again I'm not a writer so bear with me if sometimes i have gone...