If I would confess to the new girl that had moved in to the house in front of mine then it would go something like: “Hey, I’m the guy who lives across the street. Your balcony, where you do your leisure activities such as reading and watching, faces my bedroom window where I usually hang out together with my late father’s telescope and I pretty much spy on you with that telescope – I MEAN! NOT IN ANY PERVERTED WAY! I JUST, YOU KNOW… Read with you sometimes, or watch… Really depends on what you’re doing. So yeah… And oh, by the way, I’m really, really, really, in love with you!” But I fear that she would run away -- which she would probably do -- from me by the time I’d have finished talking (that is if I got lucky). Shit. I’m so screwed.

It's been 15 years since the mass genocide of the Reds. What are the Reds? They were one of the races that moved into Earth but they originally came from the Red planet. I sit in front of my vanity’s mirror to check my hairline. I tsk as I see an unwanted color visible on the roots of my hair. Oh, can you keep a secret? When all this blue hair dye fades away, this little secret can get me a bullet right through the head. I pull a bundle of my hair strands up to reveal more of the inner part of my hair. See that bright shade of red? That's my flaming fiery hair. My name is Livia, I am the last Red.

You live. You enjoy life. You die. That's what I imagined I'd be doing my whole life. You see, life plays hard... and I play harder. But when I met her; suddenly, the games were over.

Sobrang lakas nung impact ng pagkaka-preno ni manong driver to the point na napalipad ako ng pagilid sa kabilang upuan at ang mga kamay ko, bilang reflex, ay naka stretched out sa unahan. Napapikit na lamang ako nung makita ko kung saan ako lalagapak. Sa pwesto ni kuyang pogi ako bumagsak. Medyo matigas yung naramdaman ng isang palad ko at yung isang palad naman ay nakaramdam ng malambot. “Miss,” narinig ko ang boses niya, pabulong pero buo, “Nag e-enjoy ka ba diyan?” What the--??