A New Message

Chapter Eight: Cold

When someone is so sweet to you, don't expect that they will be like that all the time..

Because even the sweetest Chocolate also expires.

Aray besh, 😔😢😭💔
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I cried, as I look at Tita Zeila's sleeping body,

"I'm so sorry, Tita  Zeila... This is all my fault." I cried,

"Mabuti alam mo?" Zachary said, emotionless.

Epal naman oh,

I didn't respond to him,

She was flawless, beautiful.... Zachary looked like a boy version of her.

"Im so sorry.... Tita Zeila. I wish you can forgive me." I felt tears crawling down.

I was here, lying down,  habang ginagamot ng mga nurse ang ulo ko.

He didn't even bother saying sorry. 

He wasn't the old Zachary I knew, He've changed a lot.

I winced in pain nung nag lagay na ng something like cloth ang nurse sa ulo ko.

"Kulang pa nga yan eh. Ang dapat sayo ma comatose!" Zachary shouted.

"I'm sorry, Zach." I whispered.

"Sorry?  What a bitch. " Zachary muttered, Walking away, and slamming the door behind him.

I hope he can forgive me.... i hope. 

"Zach...." His mother groaned as she felt the rays of light blinding her eyes.

"Tita Zeila!" I shouted as the nurses started rushing to me and Tita Zeila.

I forced myself to get up, when the nurse who was sitting beside me, held both of my hands, pinning me in the bed,

"I'm so sorry tita Zeila, This is all my fault" I cried.

"Maxine...." Tita Zeila whispered as she looked at me, with a questioning look, "It is not your fault Max...."

"No, Tita... Its all mine. If I didn't walk away, This wouldn't happen." I cried, tears still fell down.

"What happened to your head?"

Oh damn, "Its nothing, I just fell down." I lied,

"You should be careful next time." She smiled at me,

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2 months later.

Tita Zeila decided na mag share kami ng room ni Zachary.  She actually wants us to be okay again.

I've been trying my best pero binalewala lang niya.

Actually, Birthday ni Zachary ngayon.

"Happy Birthday Zachary!" I shouted, 12:00 mn ngayon. I planned  this para ako ang unang unang tao na nag greet sa kanya.

He got the sheets and covered his eyes, and turned around.

"Huy, baby. Birthday mo ngayon dba? I made your favorite!" I tried to keep my cheering tone,

"Patulugin mo pa nga ako! Pagod ako!" He shouted and groaned.

"Pero, ginawa ko yung favorite mo." I pouted,

He got up and saw a romantically arranged table with a few foods, A flower vase in the center of the round table and a few candles, placed in a candle holder.