What if...
...the person who made you forget the pain of being left behind, would be the one who'll leave you at the end?
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Author's Note
So kung makikita nyo yung nasa taas ^ [isali mo na yung content ng story na ito] at napansin n'yong wrong grammar, pasensya na HAHAHA.
Ang istoryang ito ay rated SPG. Striktong patnubay at gabay ng magulang ang kaylangan. Maaaring may madadramang eksena, kakornihan at hindi kagandahan. Tumakas ka na hangga't kaya mo pa.
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What if...
short story written by: exxxpresso
"Kaye... Jay---he’s dead..."
Have I heard it wrong? Can someone please tell me I have heard it wrong? I can’t move even an inch. Tears are falling endlessly. He promised me. He won’t leave me. But now, he just did.
I haven’t told him how much I love him yet. I haven’t told him I have already forgiven him yet. He left me after that nonsense argument… If only I could get back in time, then I shouldn’t have aroused that nonsense issue. That doesn’t make any sense though. But there’s nothing more I can do to bring his life back. He’s gone.
My mom abandoned me when I was 5 years old. Ever since my sister was born, she never pays her attention to me the way she pays her attention to my sister. One day, I never expected my mom would leave me in an orphanage. I was crying all day long while looking at my shoes with a yellow star my mom sewed for me.
Until someone offered his hanky and cheered me up. He asked me what my name was. But I was too young then that I wasn’t able to remember what my name was.
“I’m Jay…” he smiled. “Since you don’t remember your name, from now on your name is Kaye. Jay...” he point out his self “Kaye…” pointing his fingers onto me.
From that day on, Jay was the only person who understands me, the one who loved me. Jay was the only one who made me happy, he was the only one who made me forget the pain of being left behind.
He became my family. We became a family… We grew up together. We studied in a university together. He worked hard for our tuition. He works while studying. There was a time when he fell asleep during our class. I asked him if he can still endure it, he always says yes though I can see in his eyes that he can’t.
February 14, 2014. There was an event in our university. Everybody was busy, while we’re passing through them. We’re walking like we’re walking down the aisle. Passionate, slowly; my head lying on his shoulders, his hands holding mine.
We sat on a bench near a fountain. He stood up and faced me while kneeling down. “We’ll build our own pension someday. And I’ll name it ‘February’. February is named by me. At the side of the fence, I’ll plant lots of cherry blossom tress. I love you, Kaye.”
Until one day… He changed.
“I understand you entering the world of music, but---“
“No, Kaye! You don’t understand. You won’t understand.”
“But you promised me…to go to college together, to work together. That we would work until we save enough money for the pension we’re dreaming for, our February pension.”
“Are you still going to talk about that? Is that what you call love? To make you feel comfortable, you aren’t allowing me to do anything I want? Is that what you call love?!”
“Are you sure you want to become a musician? And not because you want to fool around with other women?”
“I knew you’re going to bring that up. How many times do I have to tell you that the women who come and go here don’t mean anything to me?!”
“Huh?! Don’t mean anything to you?” my eyes are becoming blurry while cramping the picture I had in my hands; picture of him asleep and a girl who looks like a btch “Just because you said it’s nothing, doesn’t mean it’s not something. Now, I want to hear it from you… Now for you, what kind of person am I in your heart?”
“I’m sick and tired of women like you. The thought of marrying you is suffocating me! For the past 20 years, looking only at you for the next 50 or hundred years…is dreadful! Are you satisfied now?!!”
I can’t utter the words I want him to hear from me. I can’t move even an inch. I never thought he would tell me such things.
“Kaye, why won’t you change? How can you be the same as when you were 5, 10, 19 and 25 years old? I’m sick of you!”
The thought of being left behind, the thought of being unloved, isn’t it too painful? I left him in the music room while crying. Good thing I never expected he would chase after me, because he actually did not. And that would hurt me even more.
All these years, I was with him. And music was with him for only months. How can he choose music over me?
The memories I had with him, flashbacked. And it hurts me even more as I look at him lying on the road while his blood is endlessly flowing. I can’t do anything. All I can do is to cry…and to regret.
“Kaye…” his friend called out my name while getting something from his pocket. “Jay told me to give this to you.”
I opened the box, and it's a ring. A ring with ‘J love K’ engraved on it.
“He told me to tell you how much he loves you. That he can even sell his soul, just to get you back.”
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Author's note ulit
Wiiiii puro wrong grammar eto pasensya na hahaha
