The Art of Detachment (Book 1)

12:32 NN, Saturday, Jeep, Int/Ext.

Saan tayo papunta?

Secret. Bayad po, dalawa. Mag-ex po ng ten years.

Siraulo!

Sakit ng palo mo ah!

Kailangan isigaw?

Proud ako eh.

Proud kang mag-ex tayo?

Proud akong tinagalan mo 'ko ng ten years.

Uy, tanda mo nu'n? Highschool! Natapunan ka ng chuckie sa polo. Grabe ka, ang dugyot mo talaga ever!

Oo, tapos sinugod mo 'yung nakabunggo sa'kin sa kabilang section para tapunan ng zesto. Ang matured, Maine. Sobra.

Eh highschool naman ako nu'n eh. Allowed pa maging childish.

Ngayon? Strong, independent woman lang, gano'n?

Oo, 'yun ang peg ko ngayon.

Well, a strong, independent woman still needs a fragile man to flirt with?

Sino 'yung fragile man na 'yun, aber?

Ewan ko, just suggesting.

Baliw!

'Wag ka ngang tumawa ng ganyan.

Okay, bawal na rin, Direk?

It makes me want to ask for a second chance.

Then why don't you?

Stop flirting with me, Maine.

No, I'm seriously asking, Alden. Why did you never ask? Ako naman magtatanong. 'Di ba ako worth it?

Worth it. Sobra. Kaya nga hindi ako nagtanong ulit, 'di ba?

You thought I'm better off on my own? Alone?

Alone? Not sure. But without me, yes.

How would you know if a person is bad for another? How could you make that judgment?

Because I am that 'person' and you are that 'another'. I should know.

But we were happy.

It doesn't end at that.

Where should it end, then?

Para po.

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to be continued