CHAPTER 63

May mga pagkakataon sa buhay natin na gusto nalang nating maglaho na parang bula. No traces, no goodbyes, no one knows where we are but only ourselves. Gustong mawala at ayaw ng magpakita. 

We wanted to be lost because we lose something. Something irreplaceable. Something priceless. Something that we thought we wouldn't lose.

I thought I knew pain. I thought I knew how it feels like to hit the rock bottom.

I was a fool. Dahil ang sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon ay sinisira ang bawat hibla ng pagkatao ko. Sugat na kahit ninuman ang magtatangkang gumamot, kailanman ay hindi maghihilom. There are wounds that can be healed, and there are those who will forever hurt, ached, bleed. 

The loss... it's tearing me apart. Wounding my flesh using a rusty knife. Hindi nalang emosyonal at mental na sakit ang nararamdaman ko. Physically, I am hurting everywhere. My head throbs, my eyes and throat sore, my