8. breathin

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Trigger warning:
Strong language and graphic suicide content.

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You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated
All I need is to see your face

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P/MAJ Indigo Marudo

Nakangiwing inilibot ko ang buong paningin pagkapasok ko sa loob ng Starbucks. Every table was taken and the place was quiet crowded.

Napakamot ako sa batok ko.

Gusto ko pa naman tumambay ng kahit mga 10 minutes lang kahit na hindi naman talaga ako mahilig umorder ng kape nila dito.

Mas masarap naman kasi yung kape na ikaw mismo yung nagtitimpla, samahan mo pa na may lumulutang na langgam sa mug mo.

Balita ko pampalinaw ng boses 'yon.

"One soy cloud macchiato, take out."

"Size ma'am?" Tanong ng lalake sa counter.

Ngumisi ako sakanya habang nagtataas-baba yung kilay ko.

"Grande."

Tumayo muna ako sa may gilid habang hinihintay yung kape na inorder ko para kay duwende. I sigh as I cross my arms with my eyes busy looking around the area.

Sana bumalik na sa dati yung mundo, yung may dinosaur.

I shook my head as I tried to wake myself from my wild and weird kind of imagination.

Puñeta. Gumagana na naman yung katarantaduhan ng utak ko. Mahinang pinitik ko rin yung bibig ko after ko makapagmura saka humingi ng sorry kay Lord.

Palagi ako nagdadasal tapos palagi rin ako nagmumura, saan kaya ang punta ko nito after ko mamatay?

"Soy cloud macchiato for duwende?!"

I snap my head at the counter when I heard my order being called. Never mind the curious onlookers who almost choke on their coffee because of the weird name I put in the cup.

Right after I claimed my order, one girl stood up and exit through the doors kaya mabilis na pinuntahan ko yung table niya para ituloy yung plano ko na tumambay dito sa coffee shop ng ilang minuto.

As I put my things on the table, I noticed a receipt being drenched, with a note in it. It caught my attention because we kinda have the same penmanship.

It was like I was the one who wrote it.

Napangiti ako ng maliit saka inabot ang receipt na nasa mesa para basahin iyon. Curiosity kills the cat and I am so damn guilty about it.

Pero agad nawala ang ngiti ko ng mabasa ang laman ng receipt.

"How many more heartaches do I have to count before I could ever find the one that never leaves? I miss you, Francis. Hintayin mo ako love, susunod na ako."

Right after reading it, there's goosebumps and I knew there's something wrong. I glanced at her outside. She's lighting her cigarette, staring at nothing.

Hindi ko alam kung anong nangyari sakanya pero alam ko ang klase ng expression na nakapaskil sa mukha niya ngayon.

That desperate suicidal face.

I saw me in her.

I stared at her for a few minutes while breathing heavily, and before I knew it, I was already in front of her.

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