Once there was a guy falling in love for his friend, and then this friend split with his band and the guy entered his friend's band, signing up as guitarist. Him and the bassist fucks and shit happened. Then they meet again, their skins touch as if they haven't touched before. Perhaps they actually haven't touched before and it was their first time.
The first time felt like nostalgia as if it happened before, memories from before dwelling back again.
Both of them wanted to stay like this.
The fireworks inside them bursted into colors and it felt like magic, but the thing is: they went off too soon.
Just a little night sleep could change everything. Someone leaves, making the other one wonder where the better half is.
How come this fantasy could be broken and turn into drama?
All they wanted was to be together.
But there is this one person keeping them apart, not the bassist nor the girlfriend; but the father.
They were both afraid of what the father would think of them, they both didn't care at all about what the fans or the others would think of them but the father made a strong impact on them.
Little did they know that someone captured all the precious moments they thought was kept. What if what they thought was a secret was out to the public?
What happens when the other half comes back home to his father? Perhaps we should wish the little boy luck.
blaster's point of view
Binuksan ko yung pinto at yung unang sumulubong sakin ay si Papa na mukhang galit at mukhang papatayin na ako.
Hindi ko alam kung ano yung ganap.
Ano bang nangyari at ganito siya kung makapagtingin sa akin?
Shit.
Shit.
Baka alam na niya. Baka nakita niya kami, SAGLIT! Imposible! Ano nangyayari? Ano? HA? ANONG NANGYAYARI SA BUHAY KO?
Nilapitan ako ni Papa at sinampal ng malakas.
Alam na niya.
Nang nahawakan ng kamay niya ang mukha ko, alam ko nang may mali.
May mali naman talaga.
I started to get numb.
Bawat tama, bawat suntok ay binalewala ko nalang.
Wala na.
Wala nang tiwala sa akin si Papa.
"Hindi ka ba talaga titigil sa kabaklaan mo?"
Hindi po Papa.
Hindi na po mauulit.
"Hindi ka ba sasagot?"
Hindi na po Papa.
Kapag po kasi sumagot ako; ako nanaman yung mali eh.
Bastos na po ako Papa.
"TANGINA MO!"
hindi na ako takot.
i'm on the edge of dying--- i feel like it.
Hindi ko na nararamdaman yung sakit kaya hinahayaan ko nalang patayin ako ni Papa ng dahan dahan.
Matagal naman na niya akong pinatay sa mga salita niya eh.
"Hindi mo babalikan si Crystal?!" Sigaw niya.
Ayoko na po Papa.
"Sige po."
At naramdaman kong dahan dahan na akong bumagsak, hanggang sa pakiramdam kong ito na ang huling hinga ko.
scientifically speaking, that's not how a person dies.
10:18 pm x
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