ThreeAn hour and a few alcohol drinks later, Kuya Yano never left me. He was looking at me with utmost concern.
“Lil sis, you’re very drunk! Papa’s going to kill you. You can’t drink!” I rolled my eyes, stormed off and shook his hands off me.
“I’m not drunk. Fyi, I only had…one bottle!”
“You had more than that…Yuri you’re really drunk.” I stayed in there for a while, watching the couple as they interact with the guests. When he straightened up, he turned to the left which caught me off guard. Before everyone in the restaurant would notice what Sen was staring at,
I got to my feet and ran out his sight.
When I got home, I decided that it was much better for me to stay outside. Like a zombie, I stepped slowly down the steps to the porch, the coldness of the concrete seeped through the sole of my feet.
*BEEP*When I heard my phone beeped, I pulled it out of my dress.
1
message
received
My heart started to beat crazily,
a message from Sen?From: Sen
What the hell r u doin? It’s cold outside!
Me: Huh?
Sen: You’re going to get sick!
I looked around, wondering why he knew I left and I’m out here in the cold nights of January. Was he nearby? Did he ran after me?
Me: Em not outside.Booyou.
Sen: Liar Yuri is liar. Go back inside before you catch a cold.
Sen
calling....
For a few seconds, neither of us talked. I just listened to the silence, knowing that he was there, on the other line, waiting to hear my voice like I waited to hear his.
“I’m not out in the cold. I’m still here at the party.”
“Yeah right.” He wasn’t convinced at all.
He was silent again for a moment, and then I heard him heave out a sigh
. “Stop being so stubborn Yuri. Now go back inside your house. Today is colder than usual. I don’t want you getting sick.”
“Fine,” I said and then pressed the end button without saying goodbye.
I knew I had to go back inside the house soon, but it seemed like my 19-year-old body was glued on the pavement, I felt so weak that I could not seem to get up and walk back inside the house. Letting out a sigh, I tried getting up once again but only failed as I tumbled down.
I felt tears starting to pool in my eyes as the pain on my scraped hands and knees finally sunk into my brain. Finally giving in, I decided not to try standing up anymore.
I could nearly sigh in pain the moment the cold feeling of metallic piece pierced my flesh. The crimson drops flowing drew me in. Somehow, cutting myself is the only solace I can get. Of course there were times when I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t anymore. I think it’s my 15-year-old-self’s way of dealing with pain.
I bit my lip and positioned the blade above my left wrist. I had to steady myself once again before gritting my teeth and slitting my wrist deeply into my flesh.
“If you’re trying to kill yourself… you’re not doing it correctly. You’re supposed to cut it vertically.” And I stopped.
I saw Sen leaning against the railing of the rooftop, watching me.
Oh,shoot!
I considered turning around and walking back down when his feet started to move. “What are you doing here?” I asked him.
He snatched my left hand. I pulled my hand away but he suddenly grabbed it and pulled it closer to him.
“Hey! Will you stop that!”
He leaned back on his palm, head tilted backwards. “I spent a lot of time being miserable too. Misery’s an old friend you know. And it tricks me sometimes into thinking that it’s gonna be always there and you can’t be happy. But you can. You can always walk away from the pain, Chua.” I closed my eyes. How did he know my name?
“I’m going back.” He wrapped his fingers around my right wrist and yanked me back down. I suddenly don’t understand how could he appear so worried and concerned over me. We weren't even friends!
“What’s left to talk about? I don’t see a reason why you should talk to me, Kuya Sen.” I said, emphasizing the word kuya. He rolled his eyes and stuck out a pinky finger. “Let’s make a promise.”
“What?” I felt my eyes pop out, “We’re not even friends! I don’t even know you..except your name and you being a year older than me.”
I pointed out.
“Chua!” Sen snatched my fist for the fourth time and forced my pinky finger to jut out. Against my will, he hooked our fingers and cleared his throat over my protest. “Live for me, and I’ll live for you.”
It was one of the things that brought us together. It was then that I could say that I trusted him because he saved me.
Apart from his appearance, was this what made everyone like this mysterious Sen?
“Yuri Chua, you’re really stubborn..aren’t you?” came a voice out of nowhere.
I blinked a few times just to make sure I wasn’t imagining things, and when I was certain that I wasn’t, I looked up and realized that it was really Sen who was standing right in front of me. He's such a superman, always finding me and saving me.
“What…hic…are…hic...you…do..hic...--ing…here?”
“I told you to get inside.” He reminded me in his stern voice.
“I tried.hic.b-but..I-I…hic”
He didn’t say anything anymore. Instead, he just crouched down and sat next to me. Sometimes I find it weird, how a person can be the source of your happiness, and yet also the reason of your sadness.
“You’re freaking drunk,aren’t you?”
“Nope.”
“And you drank a lot.”
“Nope.”
“ I can smell alcohol in your breath Chua.. so stop lying!”
“So?”He shook his head once more. And then he stood up and stretched his arm towards me.
“Come on. I’m gonna take you inside.”When we reached the house, he carefully placed me on the bed then sat down next to me.
“Sen, you don’t have to worry…” I said.
“I can take care of myself. So go, they’re probably looking for you.” He scoffed.
“I can take care huh..
” He mocked taking my hand into his and pointing out the scratches on it..
“Just leave me alone Sen. We can’t be ------”
“I got the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I can’t do that.” he cut me off.
“Then, can you stay a little longer?” I couldn’t take it anymore. I just had to say it. I wanted to be selfish for tonight and not worry about the many people who were probably wondering where he was at this moment. All I needed was a few minutes more with him, just a few minutes, and then I’m going to leave him alone.
Sometimes Sen, you have to watch the broken pieces fall, no matter how much you want to fix them. And sometimes you have to let someone walk away... even though you want them to say.
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