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Hoy Jaia.
Maine. Lasing ka ba?
Hindi.
Maine. I can't come. My baby's sick.
Teka lang. May tatanong ako.
Ano?
How do I do it?
Ang alin?
Twenty years na 'kong in-love, gago.
Twenty years.
Tangina, wala pa 'kong dede mahal ko na siya, eh.
Baka kasi hindi sya talaga para sa'yo.
Eh sino? Sinong para sa'kin?
See? There's that mindset. Iniisip mo kasi sya lang tao sa mundo.
Hindi. Siya lang ang mundo.
Maine... I've read all your stories. He's not that great. Stop picturing him as... that. Ang taas ng tingin mo kay Alden. Hindi pa ba sapat 'yun? Lahat ng libro na naisulat mo? Lahat ng letrang naitae mo? Maine. Tama na.
Anong definition natin ng sapat?
Don't go deep on me, Maine. Ang dami ko nang iniisip.
Sorry.
Matulog ka na.
Paggising ko ba 'di na 'ko in-love?
Paggising mo, medyo hindi ka na lasing. At least may improvement. Good night.
Sorry sa tawag.
Okay lang. Ingat ka, Maine.
You, too. Hello kay baby mo. Sorry.
Sanay na. Baby ka ng grupo, alam mo 'yun. And all of us were wishing you'd be together again... but not this way.
Ako rin. Sige. Tulog ka na.
And Maine?
What?
He's married.
Alam ko.
Don't do anything stupid.
'Di ko mapa-promise.
Maine!
Sorry. Bye.
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BINABASA MO ANG
The Art of Never Letting Go (Book 2)
FanfictionBecause saving whatever was left does not only happen once in their lives, and sadly, the author had written a trilogy. And you don't really detach yourself from people you love, do you? The Art of Detachment book II.
