I asked my parents to let me transfer back to my old school. My lame reason was that I just don't feel satisfied here. Of course, I didn't tell them that the real reason behind is her.
I know, gusto niyo kong bugbugin dahil sa pinaggagagawa ko dati at gusto niyo na akong ilibing dahil sa ginagawa ko ngayon. Well, sorry. Ngayon ko lang narealize na she was never worth to be hated. She deserves to get more than what she could give.
Yeah, I know. Ang tanga-tanga ko. Gusto ko ring iuntog ang sarili ko sa pader dahil sa sobrang tanga ko but lo and behold, I miss her like hell. Simula nung araw na unang beses kong narealize na namimiss ko siya, palagi na siyang nasa isip ko. You'll hate to hear this but, I started seeing her in a different light. I hate myself for that. I was so cruel back then. Ang sama-sama ko sa kanya. And I won't be surprised to know that she hates me more than I hated her. I deserve it. I deserve everything she could do to get back to me.
I deserve that cold stare she's giving me while standing in front of me. I guess, I also deserve a slap for acting like nothing happened in the past, like I was never a jerk. The hell with my "How are you?". She should've just turned around like what I always do to her. "But she's not like you, you idiot.".
Yes, she is smiling at me but I know something is not the same as it was 3 years ago. That stare, that smile. I never appreciated what she was showing to me before. "You made her change, stupid."
Now, seeing her walk away like I never mattered to her leaves a hundred daggers in my heart. Ganito pala yung nararamdaman niya dati. Ang sakit pala.
"She was willing to be with you but then you let her go. Karma is a bitch, I tell you."
If I can just turn back the time, can I have the second chance to make her mine? Maybe yes. . . . but most probably, no.
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This is one of my friend's story. Just wanna share it 'cause the guy really pisses me off.ciao~

BINABASA MO ANG
Two sides of falling (Short Story)
Short StoryDifferent sides, different degrees of pain, let’s see who’ll move on or let’s see who’s still holding on.