Striking point

Striking point

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"Why are you leaving me behind?" In the road full of cars passing by, with the air swirling around my long hair... Those simple words came out of my mouth as the tears started to fall from my cheeks. He was not facing me... Andun lamang siya naka tingin sa Bus stop area... I cannot read him... I cannot understand him... He is complicated... Tumigil siya sa kanyang mga yapak... "Sagutin mo naman ako oh." I talked again, but this time my voice is shaking. Hindi siya nagsalita... Hindi siya tumalikod para harapin ako... I wipe a tear from my cheeks... He takes steps again towards the bus stop... "If you take one more step, This is over!" Hindi siya lumingon at nagpapatuloy sa kanyang mga hakbang... He was far from me still walking... Di ko na napigilan ang aking sarili at tumakbo ako patungo sa kanya at niyakap siya sa kanyang likod ng mahigpit... Hihigpitan ko siya sa aking yakap... Ayoko nang maiwan pa muli... So I held him tight... "Please! Give me an answer kung bakit moko iiwan!" I burried my face on his Black polo shirt... His scent... I can smell his wonderful scent... "Tama na Collin..." He tried to push away my hands around his waist... But I held it tighter... I can't let go of you yet... Please let me stay with you. Wag mokong iiwan ng walang paliwanag. Don't leave me here in the street all confused... Ayoko nang maiwan pa ulit kaya wag mokong tabuyin... I don't know... I cannot explain these feelings... These complicated feeling that is too complex to explain... You helped me heal... But you are also the one who bring back the pain... You were my happiness, but you were also my sadness... Don't leave me yet... wag muna...
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...He approached me and firmly grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards one of the cabins. In a rather brutal manner, he pushed me inside, blocking the door behind him. He leaned his hand against the wall, right next to my face... - I asked you something. What do you think about it? - His behavior deeply embarrassed me. Indecent thoughts started swirling in my head... Me... He... In this confined space... With other people, women, and men on the other side of the door, completely unaware... - We're alone. There's no one else with us. You can answer me honestly now... - They're... out there... and they can probably hear every word we say. Besides, what am I supposed to judge when you're not wearing any clothes? - Shhh! - He placed his finger on my lips... - You wouldn't want someone to hear you, right? - The guy closed the distance between us, pressing his whole body against mine... - Unless... you like it? Tell me, Nunu, do you like being loud? Do you enjoy it when others can hear? - He placed his hands on my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand... 🌈 - Hia... Look! - I exclaimed cheerfully, pointing my finger at the sky. - NuNew... You are the eighth color of the rainbow to me. - P' said suddenly. - The eighth colour, what does that mean? - Just... mine. - "The light looks so beautiful in the phase of dispersion..." - What? - Ah... Valeriu Butulescu described the rainbow phenomenon that way. I believe his words have a hidden meaning. - What do you mean by that? Sorry, Nhu, but you're the last person I know who would want to analyze some poet's profound thoughts. - Yeah, that's true, poetry isn't really my thing... 🌦 It was late at night, the rain was pouring, and a cold wind was roaring. The echo of doors slamming filled the street... With a backpack on his back, wearing a black hood pulled over his head, a boy with hair as black as coal walked through the Bangkok street in a direction known only to his soul...

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