Pilo's Short Waves

02 | It's Time to Go

"I need a break."

The blonde's eyes remained glued to the brunette as she stood beside the foyer where she had been standing the moment Pia walked into the room. She didn't dare to speak again, instead, she watched silently as Pia grabbed her bag from the couch and fetched her car keys from the kitchen's countertop. The brunette didn't even bother to look at Loren before she went out of the loft, intentionally slamming the damn door against her helpless frame. The loud thug was deafening, it's too loud that it almost made Loren jump. But that was nothing compared to the yelling of their argument just a half of an hour earlier.

Loren sighed as she flopped onto the white couch. It was an unending
cycle— it was that day again where the same and haunted moments of Pia and Loren trying to patch things up, but instead of being okay it just made them more furious and devastated. Those fights weren't surprising anymore, because it had been frequent as if it was a part of their routine now and before, and those stupid misunderstandings became inescapable. What's happening between them could've been easier if they are just brave enough to say things, but appositely, they were afraid of what's coming next. Afraid of what's really going on between the lines, scared to lose what they had built for such a long time.

The blonde stood up and crouched down and proceeded to pick those shards of glass scattered on the floor. They almost cut her fingers deep as she picked them up bits by bits, but she shrugged it off— "it's far from my intestine." Once she's done, she disposed the broken glass and put it inside the trash bin. She bit her lower lip as she leaned back on the counter. With her eyes closed, she heaved a sigh and pushed back the skein of hairs that was laying upon her face, and there she felt a sting of pain. Her fingers has little raw wounds on them but she ignored it, because her real pain was somewhere out there— probably on the suburbs.

Her eyes roamed around the apartment, the living room seemed doomed and haunted. An expensive champagne stood on the mini table— partially consumed. Beside it was the ash tray held an almost dying cigarette. The TV remote was left abandoned on the couch, next to it was Pia's necklace. There she winced in pain, it was the promise necklace she gave to the brunette way back 2019, indicating that no matter what happen they'd stick together.

But they didn't.

Alas, Loren abandoned Pia for a man who she met just a week in a bar but ended up being cheated on. After all, she was the first one who broke the promise. She blinked her eyes two times and felt warm tears glided on her rosy cheeks. The bleach-blonde shook her head, she shouldn't be crying— not again. She had no choice but to wipe her damp cheek because she had cried enough earlier that day, and it would surely not help.

Loren realized the sun was slowly dipping down below the sky, and the night and the moon would soon take over. With and exasperated sigh, she grabbed the necklace on the couch before she trudged upstairs and went inside her room. The bleach-blonde laid on the mattress and covered herself with a blanket. There, she wept.

"Ano Loren, gan’on gan’on na lang ’yon? You left me for a damn man and now you're coming back?" Pia hit back, her chest fell up and down as the tension between them rose, "What now Loren? You're here again because you fucking need me, d’yan ka magaling." The brunette looked at her fiercely as she let out bitter laughs.

"Pia...no..." Loren tried to speak, but seeing the brunette furious in-front of her makes her want to be devoured by the heavens and the earth, "Hindi gan’o—"

"And what? You know what cut the bullshit, Loren. Us being together again won't do me anything good." The brunette's tears finally fell, "Please leave, I don't want to see you anymore." This time, Pia's voice became weak— it was as if she was begging Loren to not break her heart again. "Pupunta ka lang sakin kasi kailangan mo ako, and after that you'll leave me again."

"And don't act like you did nothing, Lorna." Pia's tone became cold, and for sure she saw how Loren's tears glided down, "I want you to leave tomorrow, and if you won't, I will." The bleach-blonde's tears flowed even more as she watched Pia removing the necklace on her neck and put it on the couch beside her. The brunette's word didn't hurt Loren; which did was how Pia reacted. She was mad, so furious that she broke the flower vase on the counter. There she realized how desperate she was when brunette had already given up.

She met the silence. And that was the first time after so many decade she hated the silence.

"I need a break."

"Pia.." Loren, with her tears persistently gushing down her cheek, she whispered in hopes that the brunette would stay beside her again.