The Photographer's Agony

"Siya parin ba?" I asked him. I looked at the boy in front of me with hatred in my eyes.

"Hindi. Wala" he sighed shakily.

"Stop lying god damn it"I shouted tears finally fell down from my eyes while I continue to glare at him.

This boy in front of me is named Andre Clark Everson. He was there for me ever since. He helped me bring out the best of me and I helped him move on from his worst.

Heck! He is the reason for everything good that has happened to me. But right now at this moment he is my nightmare. And I wish someone could wake me up and tell it was all just a bad dream

"I told you there's no one. I just fell out of love from you" he spat harshly.

To hear that from someone you were so sure you'd spend the rest of your life with really hurts like a little bitch.

"Is that so? Nagpasabi ka sana na may expiration date yang pagmamahal mo. I could've prepared myself. " with that I walked out the door and ran to god knows where. Leaving him screaming my name.