//Sta. Mesa, Manila, 2019// He wakes up in a bed, in a hotel room. He’s just lying there, very still, holding his breath, as if trying to hold the passing of time; trying to keep time from moving any more forward. There is another boy beside him, asleep, seemingly unaware of his presence. ‘Does he remember’, he asked himself, ‘what happened last night?’ Trying to keep the memory of their night alive through his own will. Of course, he knows that it isn’t possible. He knows that ‘he’ will forget – like they always do, like they always have. ‘Is it my fault,’ he wondered, ‘is it my fault on why we keep repeating this life, not being successful of anything?’ He knows it isn’t his partner’s fault. He knows it isn’t his partners’ faults either. His head was aching. He seems to remember something:  
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