Hung Up | Pilo

Chapter 1

Tuluyan na nga bang ako'y
iyong nilisan
Kahit saglit pwede bang
mahawakan?

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Although the night wasn't young anymore, the pain and the wounds seemed to be fresh and would never be forgotten. She could still picture Pia's face the night when they were confessing their feelings to one another— the smiles were saccharine and more of a glory. And she, even if she tried her hardest not to, could still feel Pia's lips on hers. But oh, that kiss was genuine, and the sweetest that it could maim Loren's bones, twisting them until they finally crumble onto the ground everytime she would climp back into memories.

Loren's throat had dried up from silently begging. Her pairs seemed browner than the last time she checked in the mirror. Those endearments remained genuine, so pure that she couldn't decipher if Pia was faking it, or at least when did Pia stopped loving her- all she knew that the brunette's tone could easily tickle her in all ways. She loved her lovers hand; they used to grab her everywhere, and now she was deprived with its warmth, and it educed an agony within her. Their house felt so empty now, needles to say, it sounded so much like shattering glass. The laugher, the giggles and those whispered promises were all gone; the air was doomed and she despised the silence. She herself hated for not trying to revive what they had murdered. But what for? Pia gave up already.

"Loren, jo I can't sleep." The brunette blurted out of nowhere as her feet continued to kiss the path where the bleach-blonde was. She was in her red lingerie with one pillow on her right arm.

It was 1:58 am that moment. Loren was busy fidgeting her laptop, her head was throbbing already and her eyebags seemed puffer than they actually were. She was arranging plans for her new bill, and thinking deeply how it would benefit her fellow filipinos.

She looked to see the woman who she so dearly loved. And seeing Pia with her hair a bit disheveled, and her lips subtly pouting made her pop a smile so effortlessly. She knows that the brunette has trouble in sleeping, especially when she wasn't beside her- which made her smile even more.

Loren stood up and glanced at the clock, "Honey, it's midnight."

"Jo, I can't sleep talaga." Pia stomped her left foot and heaved a sigh. Loren was a hell sure the brunette won't sleep until she's beside her.

"Eh anong gusto mo? I hele pa kita, ang tanda mo na Pilar." The bleach-blonde asked, trying to sound irritated.

"Mag break na tayo."

That made Loren laugh, "Come." The bleach-blonde puffed out a smile and opened her arms for the brunette.

Pia smiled, she put down the pillow and snuggled her lover right away. Loren's arms wrapped around her so perfectly. The brunette then burried herself on Loren's neck, sniffing its vanilla scent while her lips somewhat meeting her skin.

"I missed you, jo." Pia mumbled on her neck, while one the other hand the older woman caressed her back.

Loren smacked her arms, "Honey, lagi naman tayong magka-sama?"

"I know, and I miss you."

"Pi, ikaw matangkad mas tangkad sa'tin ikaw pa nag papa-bebe."

The brunette broke the hug and sat down on a sofa only meters away from the bleach-blonde, "Ikaw nga ang liit mo mukha kang pang elementary, ginanyan ba kita."

It was one of those moments where they would share and spend it with sweet nothings. Both weren't fans of sweet words; Loren would mentally gag and would cringe so bad whenever she heard flattery words, while Pia would cry herself out of appreciation and at the same time would feign to listen to escape. But they are each other's only exception.

Loren giggled— she really love teasing Pia, "Want to dance with me in the refrigerator light?"

"What about your work?"

"Who cares?" The bleach-blonde shrugged, "I want to dance with my soo-to-be wife."

She then grabbed Pia's arm and kissed the back of it, "I love you, Juls."

That touched Pia's veins in something a naked hand couldn't. Loren didn't know that made the brunette's heart leep. Pia did not expect this to happen, yet it did.

"Dance with me, Ms. Athlete."

"I surely will, Ms. Environmentalist."

The world had gone cruel and bigger to both of them. Their love songs on the radio didn't sound the same, in fact it was torturing and strangling her alive. Loren would nurse bottles of beers everynight, maybe in hopes of preventing herself from bringing and forgetting what they once had- but that was a desperate one. How could her heart forget the language of Pia when it is the sole reason why it is beating? She had mastered every piece of the brunette. Her pen had already memorized the curve of her name on the paper. Those memories won't abandon her alone, it was paining her that she tried so hard to burry them to the grave of dead poets and forgotten stars but they were stubborn, the only coping mechanism she has was to cry her soul out until her eyes were tired from showering tears.

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'Di na kailangang lumayo halika sa akin
'Di na muling mabibigo ako ay yakapin