5:30 in the morning, Anderson smiles as their gig finally comes to an end. He is so excited to see his girlfriend. In today's generation, where teenagers fall in love within a day and fall out of love within a week, Anderson is thankful that he found a girl that knows how to stay. Lana stayed beside him for two years, supporting him in his passion for singing and helping him in his battles. She has given her so much, and the little thing he could do is exert effort for her.
Anderson rode his motorcycle and drove to after helping his bandmates load their equipment to their L300 van. Lana is on an opening shift this week, so they only have an hour to spend together. Anderson is secretly planning to propose, but every time she will have the moment to do it, Lana will be venting about how complicated her situation is with her family. Lana doesn't have much when it comes to her personal things.
She owns a few clothes, primarily for work, some shoes, but other than that, she practically has nothing. Lana always gives everything to her family. And that's why Anderson loves her. He's almost near R. Papa when Anderson suddenly stepped on his motorcycle's break. He saw two people very familiar to him, kissing in front of KFC P. Noval. He almost literally feels his heartbreaking. There at the side of the road, Lana is kissing her best friend passionately.
Anderson wanted to punch both of them in the face. He wanted to make them feel how he feels. But his body had its own mind; he drove off and left. Tears fall from Anderson's eyes on his way home. How do they do that to him? How could she cheat on him just like that? Those are the questions that keep screaming inside his mind. When Anderson arrived home, his mother notices the sadness in his eyes.
"Hey, honey. What's going on? Are you okay?" Stella asked her son.
"Don't mind me, I'm fine." Stella smiled when she heard him.
"Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" Stella smiled when she saw her son sighed heavily. It's evident to her that he's going through something.
"I saw Lana kissing her best friend, Mom. The same best friend she said I had nothing to worry about." Anderson's mother smiled at him. She knew the reason for his sadness is Lana even before he answered.
"I cooked your favorite, cheer up, okay? She broke your heart because God is preparing you for something epic. Besides, it's her loss, okay?" Anderson's mother smiled at him before caressing his face.
"Thanks, Mom." Anderson smiled at his mother. She really is the best, he thought.
"If you get hungry, there's food on the table." Stella kissed her son's forehead and said goodbye. She needs to go to work.
Anderson went to the kitchen and checked the food. After seeing what his mother cooked lunch, Anderson smiled widely. His mother is the only woman who would never hurt him.
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At 9 o'clock in the evening, Anderson and his band are on Cowboy Grill, Quezon Avenue. In all honesty, Anderson is not in the mood to perform. But he can't just turn his on them. He needs to be professional and handles his emotions better. Anderson just needs to keep it together. But being a singer in a band makes it hard, especially when it's time for the request.
Their first set began with a disco and five alternative rock songs. It was okay because he doesn't get affected that much. But when the request started coming in, Anderson can feel his heart beginning to break into pieces all over again. No matter how hard he prays that people won't request sad love songs, they still did.
Anderson just swallowed hard, trying to hold the tears forming in his eyes. This is the first time that Anderson has ever experienced pain like this. Lana was his first girlfriend, and he always that she will be his last. Just thinking about not seeing her again makes him want to cry.
"Andy, you good?" Freya, the guitarist, asked Anderson out of concern. It's now apparent that he is not okay.
"Yeah, i—uhm—you know what? No, I'm not okay. I'm sorry." Anderson can't keep it together any longer. The moment he started running away from the stage, his tears started falling.
Anderson went home to get some clothes and money, then he left. His mother was awake, but she chose to let him do what he needs to do to move on. Stella just wished that this heartbreak will not push her son off the wagon.
Anderson went to Cubao and waited for the first trip to Pagudpud. He decided to stay there for a few days to heal. Being in any place where he and Lana spent a great time together only adds to his feeling. While waiting for the first trip, Anderson stared at their pictures one last time. Silently, he said goodbye to the memory of the woman she loved and still loves so much. Together with his self-promise, he will not go back to Manila as the same man who cries over a cheater like her.
When the first bus finally arrived, Anderson heaved a sigh and smiled. He spent the next eleven hours sitting on a bus, watching as the sun goes up and the birds fly. When they arrived at Pagudpud, Anderson searched for a nice hotel. It was not peak season, so hotel rooms are not fully booked.
"Oh! Sorry—" Anderson was stunned because of the pair of eyes that met his; whoever this person who bumped into him definitely has beautiful eyes.
It was like he got hypnotized. He couldn't move; he can't even blink. All he can do is stare at those blue orbs that remind him of the ocean and the thick, curly eyelashes that give so much intensity to those eyes."Uhm—sorry, I'm Kit. Kit Solomon.
It was only then that Anderson realized that the eyes he was fantasizing about belonged to a man and a handsome man at that.Anderson woke up at five in the morning even though he slept at two. The funny thing is, it's not Lana's memories that kept him awake. It was the memory of his eyes. Those blue orbs seem to suck him into the depths of the ocean. He couldn't shake the feeling like his eyes are hypnotizing him. And no matter how much he tried to forget about Kit Solomon, Anderson couldn't. "Is that him?" Anderson asked himself when he saw a guy walking on the shore. He decided to approach him. And he was right. It was Kit. "Hey," Anderson greeted Kit with a smile. "Hi! You're early." Kit greeted him back. "Says who?" Anderson replied while laughing. He decided to join him for a walk. They talked about a lot of things, but what they never talked about was Lana. Anderson told Kit that he was cheated on, which is why he was in Pagudpod. But Kit changed the subject. He wanted to focus their conversation on more positive things, happy things. So they talked about Anderson's
Anderson walked to the bed and sat beside Kit, who's choosing a new movie they could watch together. Even though Anderson could not understand himself, he still couldn't help but appreciate Kit's physique. Not too muscular, but perfectly built. Anderson quickly looked away when Kit turned and crawled back to his place. He smiled when Kit didn't even have to ask him, yet; he could choose a movie he would like. They started watching John Wick 3. "You know, I really love Keanu Reeves as an actor. He knows his craft, and he gives his heart with every role he plays." Kit commented. "Oh—yeah, he's my favorite too." Anderson stuttered, distracted from checking on Kit's body. Anderson wanted to run away. His mind is functioning in an overdrive. He can't understand what he feels and why he feels this way, but he managed to stop himself. He doesn't want to look like an idiot in front of Kit. But Anderson could not stop looking at Kit in his peripheral v
Two years have passed, and Kit never saw Anderson again. From time to time, he would think how he is. But then he would realize that there's no point in remembering something that would only bring you disappointment. Kit Solomon's life as a closet gay or a gay that couldn't admit his true self is more complicated than anyone could ever imagine.He was born in a Christian family whose very religious and traditional. His father despises the third sex and believes that they are the embodiment of the word abomination. He has to pretend in front of his family and relatives. Kit needs to be careful about where he goes and who he talks to because someone might rat him out. His parents will surely disown him if they knew. So Kit doesn't have a choice. Having a controlling father is the tip of the iceberg. As if not showing his true self is not torture enough, his father also controls what he does. He is an architect because they were generous enough to let him tak
Kit never expected to see Anderson again. And seeing him as the leader of the band performing that night, listening to his beautiful voice, made him remember everything. That includes the pain he felt when he ran away and left like he had some infectious disease. His mood has been off since then. Every time someone talks to him, he would quickly get pissed off. He would meet with different guys, but his mind was always somewhere else. Somewhere far away from reality. "Excuse me, Sir. Mr. Fontanillia is here." Kit's thoughts were interrupted when he heard his assistant. He looked at him. In all honesty, he is handsome. His body is well-built. If Kit is not the boss of the company, he would have tasted him. But he can't be who he wanted to be, especially not in his father's domain. "Okay, send him in." He simply responded.His secretary went out, and Mr. Fontanillia came in shortly after. Another boring business meeting, Kit thought. Kit's ti
Kit never expected to see Anderson again. And seeing him as the leader of the band performing that night, listening to his beautiful voice, made him remember everything. That includes the pain he felt when he ran away and left like he had some infectious disease. His mood has been off since then. Every time someone talks to him, he would quickly get pissed off. He would meet with different guys, but his mind was always somewhere else. Somewhere far away from reality. "Excuse me, Sir. Mr. Fontanillia is here." Kit's thoughts were interrupted when he heard his assistant. He looked at him. In all honesty, he is handsome. His body is well-built. If Kit is not the boss of the company, he would have tasted him. But he can't be who he wanted to be, especially not in his father's domain. "Okay, send him in." He simply responded.His secretary went out, and Mr. Fontanillia came in shortly after. Another boring business meeting, Kit thought. Kit's ti
Two years have passed, and Kit never saw Anderson again. From time to time, he would think how he is. But then he would realize that there's no point in remembering something that would only bring you disappointment. Kit Solomon's life as a closet gay or a gay that couldn't admit his true self is more complicated than anyone could ever imagine.He was born in a Christian family whose very religious and traditional. His father despises the third sex and believes that they are the embodiment of the word abomination. He has to pretend in front of his family and relatives. Kit needs to be careful about where he goes and who he talks to because someone might rat him out. His parents will surely disown him if they knew. So Kit doesn't have a choice. Having a controlling father is the tip of the iceberg. As if not showing his true self is not torture enough, his father also controls what he does. He is an architect because they were generous enough to let him tak
Anderson walked to the bed and sat beside Kit, who's choosing a new movie they could watch together. Even though Anderson could not understand himself, he still couldn't help but appreciate Kit's physique. Not too muscular, but perfectly built. Anderson quickly looked away when Kit turned and crawled back to his place. He smiled when Kit didn't even have to ask him, yet; he could choose a movie he would like. They started watching John Wick 3. "You know, I really love Keanu Reeves as an actor. He knows his craft, and he gives his heart with every role he plays." Kit commented. "Oh—yeah, he's my favorite too." Anderson stuttered, distracted from checking on Kit's body. Anderson wanted to run away. His mind is functioning in an overdrive. He can't understand what he feels and why he feels this way, but he managed to stop himself. He doesn't want to look like an idiot in front of Kit. But Anderson could not stop looking at Kit in his peripheral v
Anderson woke up at five in the morning even though he slept at two. The funny thing is, it's not Lana's memories that kept him awake. It was the memory of his eyes. Those blue orbs seem to suck him into the depths of the ocean. He couldn't shake the feeling like his eyes are hypnotizing him. And no matter how much he tried to forget about Kit Solomon, Anderson couldn't. "Is that him?" Anderson asked himself when he saw a guy walking on the shore. He decided to approach him. And he was right. It was Kit. "Hey," Anderson greeted Kit with a smile. "Hi! You're early." Kit greeted him back. "Says who?" Anderson replied while laughing. He decided to join him for a walk. They talked about a lot of things, but what they never talked about was Lana. Anderson told Kit that he was cheated on, which is why he was in Pagudpod. But Kit changed the subject. He wanted to focus their conversation on more positive things, happy things. So they talked about Anderson's
5:30 in the morning, Anderson smiles as their gig finally comes to an end. He is so excited to see his girlfriend. In today's generation, where teenagers fall in love within a day and fall out of love within a week, Anderson is thankful that he found a girl that knows how to stay. Lana stayed beside him for two years, supporting him in his passion for singing and helping him in his battles. She has given her so much, and the little thing he could do is exert effort for her. Anderson rode his motorcycle and drove to after helping his bandmates load their equipment to their L300 van. Lana is on an opening shift this week, so they only have an hour to spend together. Anderson is secretly planning to propose, but every time she will have the moment to do it, Lana will be venting about how complicated her situation is with her family. Lana doesn't have much when it comes to her personal things. She owns a few clothes, primarily for work, some shoes, but other than that, s