Broken Ones.
©TheDramaQueen
Twenty Four
After what had happened, I knew everything will change. It could be for better or for worse. Madalang na lang kaming magkatext ni Miks. I was busy with my own. And he was trying to be a better person on his own too. Pero, it would always be the same pag nagkakausap kami.
"Okay ka na? Kamusta na?" tanong niya sakin after a week na inilibing si Migs
"Getting better." sagot ko naman and smiled, he hugged me tight. Yung ulo ko resting on his shoulder.
"Pano na yan pag ako nawala?" tanong nya ulit
"Wag ka ngang magbiro ng ganyan Miks." sabi ko sa kanya at parang nainis
"To naman. Nagtatanong lang. Ba't ka nagagalit agad?" tanong nya din
"Ayokong mawala ka. Mas nakakatakot yun." sabi ko sa kanya at natanaw sa malayo
"Matatanggap ko naman na minsan hindi talaga tayo magkakausap eh. Busy ka din alam ko. Pro yung mawawala ka ng buo, wag Miks. Please." sabi ko sa kanya
"Pero Mikay, dadating din naman talaga tayo sa puntong yan eh. Tatanda tayo. Magiging uugod-ugod. Magiging mahina." sabi nyang ganun pero hindi na ko sumagot
Nasundan ng nasundan yung hindi namin pagkakausap ni Miks. From isang araw hanggang sa naging tatlong araw na. Pero hindi ko din masyadong namalayan kase busy sa application for graduation tsaka sa field studies at thesis ko na dapat ko ng i-comply in a span of less than two weeks. It was a hell week for me. Everything was messed up. Hindi matanggap tanggap yung outlines ko sa thesis dahil lang sa konting mali. Hindi pinipirmahan yung portfolio's ko sa FS dahil dun sa missing lessons ko. Madaming abirya. And I got no one to back me up. I was just waiting for Miks to reach me out pero wala. Akala ko, busy sya. Doing his own thing such as Plates, perspectives, building design, structural analysis. Kung tutuusin, mas mahirap yung ginagawa nya sa ginagawa ko.
