Both of us are broken.
And we're still not fixed.
Our shattered peaces maybe painful, but I started to get used to it.
Cause if a thing is broken, you can never bring it back to it's original state.
And if you'll try to fix it, it will only be broken again and the shattered pieces will only get worsen.
Sometimes, in order to know you live, is to broke your self.
People would fix themselves, but for us... we don't need to fix each other.
We don't care if we're both broken, we don't care if we feel pain. Cause if fixing myself would mean to leave her. I would likely be shattered to pieces than be left alone.
Because she's my anesthesia,
and if I lose her... pain will only gets severe.
And my only reason to live... will miserably disappear.
BINABASA MO ANG
It Only Takes A Day
Short StoryThis story, is about a boy who only have a 24 hours (or less) to live his life and unexpectedly met a girl that he didn't expect to fall in love with. What do you think will happen? What if, all of their first times would happen in his last day? Wi...
