When September Ends

Prologue

I was the first one, to attend her funeral.

The last text I had sent to her, still lay in her unread notifications.

"Sana hindi ko na makita ang kalungkutan sa inyong mukha"

I live in a world where emotional trauma causes physical damage to ones heart, and It's very possible to die from sadness and grief.

At my last check up, my doctor tells me that my heart is the most beat up and scarred than any they have ever seen. By all medical knowledge,

I SHOULD BE DEAD.

pero bakit humihinga parin ako?

I have been beaten down and damaged so many times, yet I still live.

I still have hope that the cuts I get everyday will scar to remind me all I can survive through.

I'm constantly fighting for my survival, slowly but surely repairing myself.

Because I promised her, I promised her that I would survive. That I would endure everything that was thrown at me.

I'll keep moving forward.

Just so her memories could be carried for a little bit longer.

But I lie to myself, every morning, when I wake up. I say "Magiging maayos din ang lahat!" BUT I LIED, and I don't know how much longer I can do it.