Against all odds.
I woke up too early, doing the normal things that a girl should does every morning. No matter how much I wanted to left the house, I can’t, since it was just thirty-minutes past six. Totally blown when I heard her footsteps on the stairs, I can’t move. I don’t know why I kept my arsed tightly seated, when in fact I should be getting ready to leave. And right then, she suddenly accused me again with things, that were merely too churlish to take.
I didn’t say a word, nor react despite to the things she kept on insisting were true, which is merely and vaguely she knows. Accusing could be her forte.
I left, crying.
Imbecile it looks, I didn’t care. I took the jeepney half-crying and my eyes still red as blood. Embracing the pain, the silence.
I saw him smiling, but he noticed that it wasn’t me. The old jolly, loud and playful girl she used to love was gone. Tears fell off abruptly, I was not ready to tell everything. And as soon I started to talk, he cried and said, "I don’t want to see you crying, I can bear all of this. Though it’s hard, I can."
I poured everything, from bits to pieces, to smallest and biggest. After the dramatic speech, without a word, we know we understand each other. I said sorry to him, hug him and kept on saying sorry for umpteenth times.
I’m sorry. This wasn’t supposed to be like this, I hope that we can’t go on through this, though we know it’s hard, I hope we can. Just hold my hand tightly, we’ve got no one except each other.