There are only fifteen days before Ye Joon Ji leaves the Philippines. Alison de Franco, Ye Joon's best friend knows they need to seize all those days left for them-- at the same time, she needs to learn how to let him go.
But then, as college is ar...
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14TH OF MAY
I AM aware of how puffy and red my eyes are now, even before I take a glimpse of my face in the mirror. But I didn’t expect to see a grumpy girl with tan skin, big puffy red eyes, upturned nose, and thick lips to look at me. My hair is as messy as my life.
I know my imperfection and flaws as a girl, the reason why I have never wanted to take pictures (plus, the fact that my teeth have a gap in the center). But today is different.
I feel so ugly.
Hopeless.
Futureless—if that’s even a word.
My goodness, how can I live with all these physical and emotional flaws?
Last night, I went home around twelve. I caught my mother sleeping on the sofa, waiting for me. I felt guilty seeing how worried she is earlier, but then, if I never leave yesterday, I don’t think I can control myself longer. I never think solace would be a great companion for times like those.
It’s already nine in the evening. I just finish eating after Nanay gives me food and lets me eat in my room.
I’m not feeling well, still.
But my decision isn’t shaken. I will pursue my dream and slap to his face that I could be successful with this goal no matter what.
I won’t let him control me again.
I never leave the room since I came home. I’m pretty sure Tatay is already there. I don’t think I could stand sitting with him in an enclosed space yet.
I lay on my bed. Soundtracks from the Korean drama Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo shuffle with other K-Pop songs are playing from my phone to lift my mood up.
When I feel so down about art, music is my another resort.
My canvas is hanging on the peachy wall of my little messy room. Palettes, watercolor, and brushes are scattered on my study table.
I guess I shall paint something to refrain my boredom. Doing so, I stand. I am about to pick my brushes when the lights go off. Even the fan stops.
I frown. “The heck?”
Thinking that the switch just turned off by itself (if it’s even possible) I try to click it several times but nothing happens.
Of all the days, why now? Seriously?
I let out a frustrated groan and pick my phone on the bed. It’s too hot in my room since there’s only one window so I decided to just go out for some fresh air.
I rush out hoping no one notices me and sits on the sidewalk just in front of our house.
It’s windy in here.
I sigh and look up. I would end up burning myself without the fan on if I stay any longer inside. Tonight, there are stars. The moon is up and shining brightly over the horizon.
