let Thirdy explain himself.. 😝
"I still wanna be your favourite boy
I wanna be the one that makes your day
The one you think about as you lie awake"Thirdy's POV
It's past 2am already. I couldn't sleep. I've been thinking about the conversation Bea and I had earlier.
So my hunch was correct all this time. She left because of me.
I've been up all night thinking how to make things right. And if I wanted a clean start with her, I must be honest. I don't know if she would believe me and would still accept me.. but she deserves the truth.
I got my phone and started writing my confession. I would love to hear her voice right now but she is probably sleeping already. Also, I don't know if she would appreciate it me doing this at 2am. I promised her that I would give her the time she needs. So I opted for a message. That way, she would have the option to either delete it or read it, on her own terms.
It's confession time.
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My body's aching. We've been practicing the whole day for the Championship. I've been missing family dinner since Monday. Every day na talaga ang practice namin. Tomorrow would be our last practice.. and also my birthday. That means tonight is also the first Simbang Gabi. The first Simbang Gabi that I
missed since time immemorial.Simbang Gabi.
Nasira ko ang tradition namin ni Bea. We have this unspoken tradition every Simbang Gabi of the year. Palagi nagkikita ang family namin sa Gesu Church. After mass, Bea and I would go to Simbang Gabi market to eat bibingka and puto bumbong. Sometimes we would even go to White Plains area or UP Campus. Then ihahatid ko na sya.
Speaking of Bea, I wonder bakit hindi sya nagtext sa akin today. And lately, feeling ko hindi na sya madalas magtext like before.
She's probably waiting sa text ko coz she knows I'm busy with practice.
Beep.
Speaking of the angel. Nasense ba nya iniisip ko sya? I opened my phone and read her message.
Ang aga nya ngayon. Hindi na nakahintay ng 12 midnight para mag greet.
I replied hastily.
YOU ARE READING
Phosphenes
RandomI am no writer. This is just.. ..a product of my malikot na imagination, effect ng mga ganap (or the lack thereof) at walang magawa.. ..of what happened after the UAAP Championship of Season 81. Hindi ako romantic. I love angst. So wag mag expect...