P R E S E N T
"How are you?"
Wonwoo gulped, "I'm fine." Hindi talaga.
Silence.
"Heartstrings mo, okay na ba?"
Wonwoo slowly creeped his hand against his chest. He clutch the cloth near his heart, "Still healing." It's cracking again, it won't heal.
"Moving on?"
"I have moved on." Not yet, I'm still in love with you.
"Talaga? I can still feel your heartstrings bend and crack a little."
Wonwoo escaped a silent sob, "C-Cut the connection, cut your heartstrings with me." No, no, no.
"You know I can't do that. I need to release this regret and guiltiness creeping inside of me. Babalik ako."
Wonwoo wiped his tears. Pinaglaruan niya ang mga daliri para maalis ang kaba.
"P-Please make it quick. Nasasaktan na ako." Sobrang sakit na.
"I will. Alam kong nahihirapan ka na rin."
Wonwoo doesn't care anymore, he cried out loudly, "I-I miss you."
But all he got was silence.
He's still on the other line, "Fight off that feeling, hyung. You need to be emotionally stable. Paano ako babalik kung ganyan ka?"
"I understand. I'll adjust, I'm sorry." He can feel his heart pulsating and throbbing again.
Damn this heartstring curse.
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Closure • meanie
Short Story| stand alone #2 | + three years later, he came back to ask for a closure. copyright © meaniempire, 2017
