True Colors

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"Really?" I asked, incredulously. "You still haven't gotten over that lil crush of yours yet?"

Wayo blushed, clearly embarrassed about what I just said. "Ohoooo, P'! It's not like it's that easy to forget someone you've fallen in love with."

"I don't even understand what you liked about him." 'Coz, really, I don't. Whenever I try to even comprehend as to why he like Phana, I begin to feel an onset of a headache so I just stop altogether.

I reached over to snatch the school paper he brought over our table looking at the page he's been obsessing over.

Ahh, there he is. Phana Itthipat. The most famous junior in the Faculty of Medicine after he won the titles Campus Moon, Most Popular Votes and getting the MVP award for the basketball competition during the Freshy Games.

Well-rounded, always approachable with his friendly smile, an overall good student and a motherfucking liar.

Yes, you heard that right. He's a fucking traitor who hides behind the mask of friendliness and bright smiles.

I looked over at Yo, face caught between his hands, and sighed.

If only he knew what kind of person he's been admiring...

Honestly, I wonder if he'd lose interest in him like a goldfish does to everything.

You must be wondering how I am able to know all this shit that I've been saying. You must be thinking I'm just envious of his success. Honestly, I don't really give a fuck about what you think but I do have tons of proofs to back up my statement.

So, let me tell you a little story.

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Once upon a time, there was a boy walking around the mall with his mom. He's about 8 years old and just happily munching the ice cream his mother bought him while said mother is currently busy window shopping.

As a child, there's a lot of interesting things in the mall that could capture their attention and quite honestly, the boy is pretty much the same. Though unlike other kids, whose attention would be drawn to bright lights and huge toys or other shiny objects, this particular boy's attention was captured by none of those. Instead, his attention was captured by the fact that his father was talking with another woman just across where him and his mom was standing.

What's so wrong about that you asked?

Well, maybe the fact that his father was holding hands with another woman would be a good place to start. Or the fact that his father was carrying another boy in his arms as said boy talks animatedly while holding his new toy would answer your question best. You see, the boy never met that one that his father was holding ever in his life. He's an only child for crying out loud. Aside from that, the other boy looks so much like he's just around the same age as his if not a year younger.

Quickly, the boy tugged at his mother and pointed at the direction where his father, another woman and another boy were sitting. The boy felt sadness and confusion plagued his heart as his father never lets him sit on his lap and yet here he is, letting another boy sit on his lap, tickling his stomach.

To an outsider's point-of-view, they are the picture of a perfect, loving family.

So what about us? The boy wondered. Aren't we a family too?

The boy was just about to ask his mother that but was stopped by the fact that his mother was crying. He asked why but she only smiled, wiped her tears and told him that they should get a move on.

"Aren't we saying hi to Daddy?" He asked.

"Better not." She said, forcing out a smile. "Your Daddy's busy so best not to interrupt him while he's working."