8:21 p.m. 11/4/16
"Hey Seb. It's me again... Nasa kwarto mo ako. Pumunta ako dito kasi hindi.. Hindi ko na kayang nakikita kang nakahiga sa kabaong mong puti. I.. I just can't do it. Sila Angus, Wilde, Karson, Elizabeth, Kristin at Pablo ay umiiyak pa din hanggang ngayon. Nakita ko kasi sila na nakaupo sa isang raya ng upuan at may mga sinasabing hindi ko marinig ng maayos kasi nga paakyat ako dito sa kwarto mo. You know what? It's still the same.. Your room. The place where we used to hangout, watch movies while eating junk food, playing video games and talk about some things or topics that we didn't even know why we talk about them. Parang inaantay lang kitang dumating galing sa baba kasi may kinukuha ka or something. It's like, mga ilang minuto ay tatawagin mo na ang pangalan ko.. Guess what? I actually waited for it. I miss you Seb, ghad.."
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November
Short StoryA girl who still talk to her best friend through his voicemail even though he is already dead.
