My London Boy

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I was lying down in my bed, thinking about the past months and what I've been through. I can't help but smile as the memories of them, especially her, continue to resurface. It still hurts me though, as my time was cut short and I wasn't able to bond with her more.

And now, I'm back to the place they penned me after, London. I'm back to the usual life I had before, but I rarely go out as I enjoy watching those videos made by the fans. Funny how I feel Kilig as well. I never thought it could happen, though. I never expected everything because I entered the house for a reason, and that is to discover more about myself, and I was just being honest and transparent, like honestly.

But I ended up falling in love, deep and hard.


I heard a soft knock outside, and I know that it's mom. She's the only one who can do that. I went to the door, and just like what I expected, my life is right in front of me.

"Hi, baby." Mom hugged me, and so I kissed her cheeks.

"Hi, mom. What is it?" I tucked her loosed hair behind her ears. I smiled as I watched my mom chuckle because of what I did. Cute.

"Well, someone is looking for you. Nasa living room siya. Maniningil daw ng utang mo sa kanya." My mom laughed so hard, but I'm so confused. I don't remember being indebted to someone.

I am confused, but I ended up following my mom downstairs. Totoo siguro dahil si mommy talaga ang pumunta sa akin. She could have asked my brother to call me, though.

"Kuya?" Where is he? Weird. Hindi naman umaalis sa kwarto ang taong iyon. I just shrugged and hurriedly went downstairs. Dinaanan ko pa kasi si kuya and planned to ask him if he knows the person in the living but, yeah, he is nowhere to find.

"Mom? Where are you?" I called mom because I saw no one in the living room.

"I'm here!" I heard mom's voice from the patio. I walked towards where she is but stopped midway when I saw who is waiting for me. My heart's beating rapidly.

She stood up, but her back is facing me. Those long blond hairs—I knew it very well. 

When she turned and smiled at me, I lost it. Those flushy red cheeks, the eyes that could never lie, the lips that don't need lipstick, and the iconic one brow-raising—it is her, indeed. 

"Ano? Sobrang ganda ko ba, para tutunga ka lang diyan? Aba Jarren, hindi ako mawawala." I chuckled and ran towards her.

She welcomes me with a very warm hug. This is what I've been longing for. The warm embrace and her presence.

"I miss you, Fyang. Sobra." I heard her chuckle as she tightened her embrace for me.

"Na-miss din kita, my litol Jarren."