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Ongoing, First published Aug 21, 2016
"Akala ko imposible ang bumalik sa nakaraan "
Sabi ni Angelie sa sarili.Hindi niya alam kung paano nangyari ang bagay na iyon.Sa isang iglap tila bumalik siya sa nakaraan.Ang tangi niyang alam ay nagawa niya ang imposible.Ito ang hinangad niya noon pa...
Pinatakbo niya nang mabilis ang sasakyan ,na may luha sa dalawang mata.Nasaktan siya sa nakita niya.At kasalanan niya bakit ganon.Nasa isip lamang niya ay ang magpakamatay.Bumalik lahat ng sakit na iniwan niya na sa nakaraan.Parang may sugat na uli ay bumukas .
"Kahit ano namang gawin ko,alam kong hindi ko na maibabalik ang nakaraan!"
Pero nagkamali siya .Sa depresyon,hindi nagdalawang isip si Angelie sa hindi pag-break ng sasakyan nang may makita syang bangin at di rin ito lumiko.Ang pagpapakamatay nalang ang nakikita niyang solusyon para mawala na ang sakit na nadarama niya.Para matapos na ang pagdurusa.
Pero ang nangyari ay hindi inaasahan ...
Ibinukas niya ang kanyang mga mata at nagtaka bakit tila wala pa siya sa dapat na nandoon siya. "Patay na ba ako?"Tanong niya sa sarili.Tinignan niya ang paligid niya at ang lugar na ito ay naging pamilyar sa kanya.
"Eha ,hindi ka pa patay"Sabi ng isang matandang babae na nagmula saanman.Nagtaka si Angelie .
"Ito ang ..."
"Oo,sampung taon noon"
Napabalikwas siya at hindi makapaniwala.

Sinimulan:8-21-2016
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Ongoing pa po ang story na ito.Please enjoy at wag kalimutan mag comment at vote.

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