Halos isang oras mo na 'kong hindi kinakausap.
Do me a favor and don't talk, Alden. Ang gulo-gulo na ng utak ko. There are so many thoughts swarming in my head right now at hindi ko alam ang uunahin.
Sorry kung may nasabi ako. Nagugutom ka na ba? Kain muna tayo. You wanted fries? Sorry for tiring you out. Physically and emotionally. You know I didn't mean to drain whatever was left of you. Or kung ano mang natitira sa'kin. Sa'tin. I just wanted you to know that I didn't just blurt those words out.
Alden.
It wasn't just a surge of feelings. I asked you. I really did. Pero naiintindihan ko naman. Tara. Kumain na lang tayo. Baka ma-gain mo na 'yung mood mo kanina.
Tama na. Pagod na ako.
Sige, sorry. Akin na nga 'yung tripod, ako na magdadala. Kaya mo ba 'yang bag mo? Sorry, I should have brought my car nga para hindi ka nahihirapan sa sarili mong wardrobe. Fries? Ice cream? Anong gusto mo?
Gusto ko na lang umuwi.
Okay. Sorry. Saan? Sa hotel? O sa Manila?
Sa'yo.
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to be continued
BINABASA MO ANG
The Art of Detachment (Book 1)
FanficBecause some things can never be saved no matter how hard you try. Chapters are consisted of conversations.
