More Than Yesterday

Chapter 9

~ċօʐʏɨռɢ ʊք~

I don't know how my morning ended. I don't know how I ate my breakfast and came in this school. I don't know how I dealt with my professors and answered their pop quizzes without even listening to their lectures. I don't know how I got here at the cafeteria, expectedly looking for someone. Because all I know is, I spaced out in the middle of everything and in everyone.

I still don't know where the hell is Iñigo.

I did everything to contact him but the system keeps saying that Iñigo's cannot be reached. I don't know if I'm going to believe the system literally or figuratively. Because Iñigo is nowhere to be found.

Just like yesterday, I flooded his inbox full of messages, asking where the hell was he but no one ever replied. I tried to call his number, invaded his phone of missed calls but I am just assuming that he will call back.

An idea came in my mind and found it effective but I couldn't forget the time that I once visited Iñigo's house because he needed my help in his art project. I saw his mom and greeted her but I was surprised when she called the other family members. They actually thought that I'm Iñigo's girlfriend who has been kept for a long time. Thank God, Iñigo came and said my real purpose. From that time, Iñigo warned me to never go in their house without his permission. It wasn't my fault, he needed me, I just came and helped him but in the end I'm still the evil one.

So, in short, going to their house wasn't a good idea with respect to Iñigo's warning.

I just did my best. I phoned him up earlier to ask him few questions but what's the point of having a phone if the receiver was a ghost and didn't even care to listen nor speak to your absurd random shits.

And I also couldn't find the logic between this feeling. I feel like I badly need to feel alive to fulfill this space inside this bitch head. I wouldn't be able to think clearly if I coudn't assure to myself that Iñigo wasn't safe.

I think I'm stupefied by how I'm slowly drifting away.

As the time running without Iñigo by my side, I could observe many changes in my deeds to everywhere toward the subjects that was constantly varying.

Or maybe I'm just homesick. I'm just sad and longing for home. I used to be with Iñigo every one thousandth of a second so it was hard to adjust quickly without informing you the day before the changes.

So, here I am eating at the cafeteria alone and lonely. It is like everything around me was new again and it was difficult for me to adapt this new environment. It is like I'm sleeping alone, eyes closed but my heart was still wide awake and wanted to come home unlike this bitch head whose into the state of sleep.

I ordered a tuna sandwich and orange juice that was one of my list to gratify my stomach even if my stomach wanted the opposite. If Iñigo is here, he would give me a speech about eating the right kind of food, humans should properly eat.

But I'm not in the mood to order a heavy meal. I'm too tired to add another heavy load. I'm fucked up to carry another weight.

I was about to throw my trash because I somewhere got lost my appetite when someone held my arm preventing me from throwing. I quickly looked to the owner and was shocked when a pair of green eyes staring at me intently that it sent shivers down my spine.

I waited for him to speak but I just heard silence in the middle of nowhere.

"You know, Philippines is a free country, so anyone can speak out. As far as I remember, you were not an exception" I said seriously with a constricted brow.