"Shit!"
Dennise silently cursed upon seeing a familiar face in the partying crowd. She reached for her phone and dialed her friend's number who was also in the same club as her but she just could not find after she got separated.
"Come on, Ella. Pick up."
She was hysterical and panicking, her legs moving away from him. She instantly regretted tagging along with her friends as the last thing she favored was seeing Myco, her ex, again. Her friend on the other line was unattentive so she had no choice but to just look for her.
She was being squeezed, bumped, touched but she could not careless knowing that Myco must have spotted her by now and was already following her.
"Den! Dennise, wait lang."
"Damn," she cried out when her knee hit a a wooden bar stool. She was practically barging and shoving people out of her way.
"Miss, watch where you're going!" One hissed while giving Dennise a hard look.
"Sorry," she replied meekly. Given another circumstance, she would raise her eyebrow and her tone in a confrontation but this time, she just did not want any unwarranted attention.
Finally, she sighted Ella and Bea, her two good friends. They looked wasted having fun. Without looking back, she made her way to her friends but was caught in the arm.
"Den, please. Let's talk this out," Myco pleaded with his eyes. "Please."
Dennise no longer asked how he found her in a club when Myco hated clubs the most. She put on a hard cold face, not giving in to Myco's plead. Truth be told, she was not mad at him. Rather, she felt bad for the guy.
"Myco, wala na tayo. Is it that hard to understand? Two months na, Myco. Just give up."
Those words hit Myco hard as his eyes closed, preventing his tears from falling.
"What did I do, Den? Please, I'll make it up to you."
"It was not working, Myco. Nasabi ko na sa'yo, 'di ba?"
"If you fell out of love, babe, just give me a chance. I'll set things right. I'll make you fall in love-"
