Bliss

Strumming her guitar, Aya closed  her eyes. She then started singing. Like it is the last song she'll ever sing.

 Hi, there. I saw you saw. Was that love or was that hate? I don't know anymore...

Tumigil siya sa pagtipa . She felt her throat closing up and her eyes welling with tears. She gave up the idea of singing and put her guitar on it's nook. 

She sighed.

She knows she's hurt and she knows she must not dwell on it. But just like what that guy on a famous movie said, "Pain demands to be felt". 

She sighed again.

There is nothing left for her to do but move on. As far as she was concerned , she did try to make things right. She saw her clock above her analog tv and it' s almost 9 in the evening. She felt hunger but she chose not to mind. She doesn't even want to eat. It's like her own punishment for herself for screwing things up. Everything's messed up. She is messed up. She headed for her bed in this crappy little apartment she now owned, not minding she smelled, wearing the same kind of sweatshirt and sweatpants for two days. She let herself fall face down and willed herself to sleep. As if forcing makes any difference she felt her tears rolling past her nose bridge down to her ear. It hurt. It hurt too much making it harder to breathe.