When Bad Girls Fall In Love

Chapter 24 --- Sin

Language is my wound. It is also my anchor, tying me irrevocably to certain points and people, wherever they go, or I go. The first time I heard the words "I love you," for example.

The last time my mother told me "I love you." The first time someone told me "You're beautiful." A place in time that marks the unexplained moments shared with a special someone.

And this day is just one of those days I will surely remember. I was slacking off from the pile of works I have to face later. Sipping in my daily coffee, I began to type twitter.

Just when I was laughing off with some tweets I've read, Right in the middle of my scrolling spree, I saw this post

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Carina Yapyuco @IamSuperCari

"Reunited! <3 http://instagr.am/p/VN0moDuFel/ "

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When I hit the link, it brought me to Cari's Instagram account. It made me rolled my eyes with the bunch of vain pictures I've seen on her timeline but this particular photo really caught my attention

It was a typical photo to say the very least. Just a typical photo of a pretty lady in the internet, the only eye-sore on that photo was the fact that right next to her ..

..........was Patrick grinning ear-to-ear.

And what irritated my nerve is the fact that they look too closely comfortable on each other's company. It gave me that feeling of insecurity knowing that she was Patrick's first love and take note .. first girlfriend, first kiss and probably first everything

...but you were his first—the one who took his virginity

A tiny little voice hit back in my mind. Yeah, I was Patrick's first.. you know what I mean but knowing Cari had a lot more bullet than I do made me frustrated

Maybe that was the reason why he has been ignoring me all weeks! Maybe, he finally realized who he really needed and not wanted

.. and it's not me

I bit my lower lip as the familiar disappointment was slowly eating me up alive.

Ang pinakamahirap na karibal sa pag-ibig ay hindi yung mga malalanding nakapaligid sa kanya. Kundi yung minahal niya ng sobra, bago ka

It was painful burning sensation on my stomach. I couldn't even fathom how he had the right to toss me up like a trash

...Sabagay, ganon naman talaga mga lalake

I was determined to speak my mind even if I didn't get any answers in return.

Instead of nervousness overcoming me like it did, I became angry. I stomped my way over finally taking place right to hit the tweet button.