(HAZELLE❤)
Bawat parte na madadapuan ng aking paningin ay nagkukumahog kong ihinawi ng marahas.
I felt a shed of tears escaped from my eyes as my heart slowly get broken into pieces.
A vibration throughout my phone stopped me from freaking things out.
MOTHER MARIAH
Hey, you should atleast come and support her.
A drop of tears fall out from my eyes to my screen's cellphone.
Hands on my knuckles, the blood coming from it got even worse.
I wiped it all off in a gritty way.
ME
Of course, when?
MOTHER MARIAH
Tomorrow in the evening, at the golf club, 8 pm.
ME
Ocassion?
MOTHER MARIAH
Bridal shower!
ME
When's the wedding?
MOTHER MARIAH
2 weeks after tomorrow, compute it for yourself, blah blah.
MOTHER MARIAH
We book a flight for you at 10 pm, if i were you, i'm now packing my stuffs up.
And..., you know what's even worst?
In my situation right now, i stupidly do what the mother just have said.
~~~
Bandage. Betadine. Cottons.
Finally, i'm fucking done.
Thirty minutes left before the bridal shower starts.
I fixed my whole-self's up as I glance
at the mirror in front of me.
"I can do this."
~~~
"Sup hazey!" an annoying mushroom made its way to me, wanting to get a fist bump.
I don't want our fists to bump, it's plasticity as its finest, if ever.
On the other way around, i'm aiming for an actual fight.
I smiled at him, didn't raising my hand for it.
After a meantime, he decided to move all its way down.
"They're now i--"
"Where's the powder room?" i interrupted him, yeah hell you, it was intentional.
He taught me the way where it is as I immediately headed my way there.
As soon as I step in the powder room, i frozen up for awhile as I glance at her.
Shooking my head a bit, i made my way through her as I proceeded to walk onto the available side, which is the left part where she's standing at.
In my peripheral vision, i found her staring, perhaps, double-checking maybe if it was really me.
"Congrats," ain't facing her, i suddenly mumbled.
"T-thanks," she abruptly looked away.
Putting my powder and lip balm on, i tied my hair into a bun as well.
"Good luck." the last thing i've said before making my way outside the powder room.
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