I know everyone’s grieving, I know he’s hurting and I was hurting too, but it hurts me more to realize that it still fcking bothers me whenever I see Blake breaking down and crying.

What was wrong with me? He did horrible things to me but I’m still here, holding him.

Siguro I will always care for him because in the first place, we were once best friend who cares and loves each other before we became lovers, yung as in real lovers.

                                             

I understand why he lost it, the ‘macho guy or bad boy cool façade’ because he and Dave were practically brothers.

I just hold him tight. I volunteered to drive us home, knowing him baka sa iba pa ‘to dumiretso at kung ano pang kagag-uhan ang gawin. Hindi ko rin siya hinayaang magdrive because in his state I know we won’t be able to make it home.

Nasa manibela yung dalawang kamay ko nang kunin at hawakan ni Blake yung isa kong kamay.

Hindi ko napigilang mapatingin sakanya, his beautiful face was now tear streaked and had blood-shot eyes from crying, his lips and nose was now red too though he still manages to look breathtakingly handsome.

 “Just.. I.. I just need to hold your hand.”  He said looking out the window, avoiding my gaze. Puno ng hinanakit yung boses niya.

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