Bless the Deserter

"I am not him! I am not the guy you fell in love with and I will never be him!"

Asil's voice turned hoarse as he screamed in rage. He already knew that Dian loved someone greatly in the past, and he's okay with that! At least, pinaniwala n'ya ang sarili na okay s'ya-na kaya n'ya maging substitute sa patay na tao hanggang sa tunay na siyang mahalin ng iniibig n'ya.

"He's already dead, Dian, and I dare say he deserved it! Everything that has happened to him, he deserved every single one of it! I don't understand why you fell for a whore, but that man? That stupid idiotic man will never be me." He said it with finality, but he felt his head ring. For a moment, Asil became dizzy with pain and shock. Dian, the most patient man he knows, lifted his hands against him. His words must have hit his bottom line for him to become this violent. However, Asil is not sorry. He's done being the copy. If Dian Masalanta couldn't stop projecting Lakambini's visage into him, then maybe it's time for them to stop.