It was so tiring to hope for the constant moon only to get a dying and burning satellite in the end. I wanted the typical heart fluttering love story pero hindi talaga ata para sa akin ang mga bagay na hinahangad ko. I was ready to close and lock a...
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AIERE'S POV
Nag-angat ako ng tingin mula sa binabasa ko sa cellphone ko nang marinig ko ang mahinang pag-ungol na nagmumula sa sofa sa harapan ko. He look terrible. Well...his own kind of terrible. Gulo-gulo ang buhok niya na para bang napagtripan siya ng sampung bakla na nagpapractice pa lang maging hairstylist, he's pale as sheet because for sure hindi na dugo ang dumadaloy sa ugat niya kundi alcohol, and his face is all scrunched up as if he's distraught and about to receive the worst hang-over that the god of alcohol, if there is such a thing, can give to him.
Pero ang unfair parin talaga ng mundo. Who will still look good even if being punished from abusing his intake of alcohol? 'Yon na siguro ang in-born talent na pinapamana sa mga rockstar na katulad niya. Kung normal na tao baka hindi na humarap sa salamin pero siya parang parte na lang ng lifestyle niya. He still looks like the rockstar who plays the most unique bass guitar who shouldn't stand out like the vocalist who is the front of the band or the drummer who can't be ignored because of how loud the equipment can be, but still...Archer stands out no matter how he tries to stay in the shadow of the band. How can he even hide his aristocratic face that entices anyone to look at him, his eyes that just make you want to drown in them as if its whispering to you to know its secrets, his hair that you will just love to run your hands through, and his lips....
Stop! Stop, stop, stop!
I admit okay? He's not just a handsome man. He is beautiful. Pero hindi no'n mababago ang katotohanan na kapag binuksan niya ang bibig niya ay nasisira lahat ng ilusyon na nakikita sa panlabas niyang anyo. Because he's irritating and antagonizing.
Hindi ko nga alam kung bakit nandito parin ako. Dapat kagabi pa ako bumalik sa headquarters at basta ko na lang siyang iniwan sa harapan ng bahay niya para gawin siyang midnight snack ng mga lamok at kung ano pa mang insekto. But instead of doing that, pinahirapan ko ang sarili ko na halos kaladkarin siya papasok dito sa villa niya. At dahil hindi ko naman siya kayang dalin sa taas kung saan nandon ang kwarto niya ay dito ko na lang siya ibinagsak sa sofa. I should have left but instead I stayed.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry Ash."
Kumunot ang noo ko. Malinaw kong narinig ang sinabi niya. He's saying a woman's name in his sleep. He looks so broken that even me who knows so much about being exactly that, feels so much pain in my chest as if I can feel a bit of what's tearing him apart. Hindi ko akalain na magagawa pang makisimpatya ng puso ko sa iba. Kapag kasi nasasaktan ka, kadalasan iyon lang ang kumakain sa buong atensyon mo na hindi mo na magawang makita kung paano din na nahihirapan ang ibang tao sa paligid mo. I can sympathize with people but I can't feel their pain... so it's surprising that I can empathize with this person who is not even my friend.
