the ending.

The nothing new.

                        February 14, 2024

🙁

I still have these salty feelings towards Alice.
Who would’ve thought Alice and Paula were best friends?
No wonder Paula reminds me of Alice. They both like literature.
They both like reading books.
But if I were to choose, which girl is the best?
I really can't tell.
Paula has been a good friend.
But Alice...
Alice...

🌹

Our relationship back then felt so surreal. It felt like I was in a utopian world with her.
When I’m with Alice, I can feel the serene and tranquil atmosphere.
As if all my issues and problems in life were disintegrated into pieces by just the sight of her before.
She was like a princess in Disney.
But if I were to meet her again,
I don't think I'll view her as the same as before.

😨

I have to grant Paula’s dying wish.
But seeing Alice again would just frustrate me.
She would remind me of the times when I persistently endured the pain before.
The momentum of our love story is crooked.
If I ever meet her again, there’s a chance that we can restore the happiness.

Our devotion can still be regained.

Paula really contributed to my success. And I still can’t believe she wants me to go back with Alice.
She’s the most selfless person I’ve ever met in life.
But enough of this mental dilemma.
I should pack my things.

💌

I’ve been on a short hiatus lately.
I normally post snippets every day.
The media is probably looking for me out there.
I’m worried about how they would react if I disclosed the information between Paula and Alice.

Anyway, I’m planning to go back to New York.
I should go back.
I should act oblivious towards Paula’s death.
And whenever I’m ready, I can tell the public what happened.
Throughout these times, my odyssey is bittersweet.
I am a successful singer-songwriter who recently won his first Grammy.
But on the same night, he lost his best friend.

I wonder what the headline would be in every article.
The media will be hectic.
My name would be trending on Twitter.
On the downside, this could be the end of my career.
Who knows?
The public works in an obscure way.

Enough of these thoughts.
I should get going.

~
Mom called.

"Are you going now?" asked Mom.

"Yes, I’m on my way back."

"Be safe, ok?"

"I will, mom. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

As I ended the phone call, we arrived at the airport.
I saw Mark and Pedro crying.

"Why are you all crying?"

"No we’re not!" uttered Mark.

"You’ll probably miss me," I said, juvenilely.

"Yeah, we do...", said Pedro.

"Please, we should talk often when you go to New York again, alright?"

"I promise, I will"

The three of us hugged together.
We’ve been through a lot.
Ever since Paula got sick, these two have taken care of her.
I’m so proud of my friends.
I will forever miss them.

🛫

Later on, we got separated.
I saw them in tears while I waved them goodbye.
They will miss me so much, and I can’t thank them enough for all they’ve done.