(not)EXISTING - ongoing

03

"Yes.I really am Drake.Do you remember anything now?"

"Drake Angelo Serton.21 years old.You lived by yourself because you don't want your family bothering you."

"Now you remembered.That makes me happy."

He said and smiled.

But I did'nt stop.

"You're kind,sweet,well mannered,and well educated man."

"You know me too well,Honey."

"But you hate people deep inside."

"That's...true."

"You bring Ten Thousand Pesos in your wallet every time you go out of your house.You're rich because of your hardwork.You give yourself a reward every night.It's either food or things that you love.As long as you enjoy it.You sleep with the plushies your grandmother gave to you when you're 5 years old.You don't care if it's dirty or not.You don't even let it laundry.You always say cute things when you're drunk.All the things you see is cute to you,when you're drunk.You always bring your phone and play basketball through it.You sing,dance and draw well,expert in every sports.The perfect man."

I said.

He just stared at me.

"I-i know you."

"How did you know all of that?I did'nt even tell a thing about me."

"I-i'm the one who..."

He looked at me with unbelievable looks.

"Who are you?Are you stalking me,Honey?"

"No.No.I did'nt stalk you.Not even once."

"Then why..."

"Will you believe me if I tell you something?"

"Yes.Yes.Of course,Honey."

"Do you really want to know who I am?"

"Yes."

"I'm...I'm the one who made you."

"What?"

"It's exactly what you heard."

"You mean,you're my mother?Haha."

"No.Not that.I'm saying,I'm the one who made you."

"My father?Haha."

"No.That's not it."

Why did I even made you witty?

Curse me.

"Okay.No joke.Drake.I'm the author of your story."

He stop laughing and looked at me seriously.

"I'm listening."

That's the one I like about him.

He knows when to get serious.

"First,can we go to my house?"

"Yeah.Yeah.Alright."

9:04pm

"It'already this late?"

"Yup.Drake.As I was saying.I'm the author of your story.I made you.I created you."

I looked at him.

He looks cute sitting and listening attentively.

"And this."

Showing him the sketch I made when I was 12 years old until now.

Not a really good drawing but it's still him.

"This are my precious arts.Lahat ng yan ay ikaw."

He looked at all the sketch I handed to him.

There's no emotion at all with his eyes.

I wonder if he's okay.

"And also,there's an online app.Doon ako nagsusulat ng story.And...ikaw.Ikaw yung one of the characters doon."

"And the main character is you?"

"Yeah.Uhm.Reference lang naman ng ako yun."

"Alright.Then I'm not real?I'm not a real person?"

"Sad to say but...yes.Yes,Drake.You're just a fictional character I made."

He burried his face to his palms and cried.

I panicked.

"Drake?O-okay ka lang ba?Y-you need water?"

I don't know what I'm saying but I'm really scared.

Itong Drake na nasa harap ay iba.

Ibang-iba.

The Drake I made never cries.

I never want him to cry.

I always make him happy.

"All this time.We were just got played by you?"

He said and looked at me.

Pulang-pula ang mga mata dahil sa iyak.

I never imagined na ganito ang mukha niya pag umiiyak.

"I'm sorry,Drake.P-paano ka ba nakapunta dito?I mean,how can you exist?"

"I just followed the road to your home.I got your keys.I entered your room.And there...And now here.You're telling me now that I did'nt exist all this time."

"Drake.I don't know kung bakit 'to nangyare but...Paano ka babalik?"

"Now that you said that."

He said and stand up.

Smiling widely kahit pulang-pula ang mata.

Coming closer to me.

"I'm not gonna go back anymore.I like it here.With you.The real you.The one who made me.You're the only one who knows me too well."

And yeah.

I froze.

Again.