Do you believe in destiny? Where someone is rightfully yours? When somebody's heart belongs to you and to no one else?
Does happily ever after even exist? Where love is pure? When love becomes eternal?
Some say, love is won not given. Many say, love...
"I don't believe in destiny. The hell are those people thinking? Billions of people around the world and you expect to meet that single person destined for you to walk your way? What a fuvking joke. Don't make me laugh! But... B-but if it's her... if... if it's her, then maybe... maybe..."
- Seth
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Seth's POV
I'm continously massaging my forehead. Masyado na akong stressed these few days. I poured a lot of brandy in my glass then, swifly gulped it down my throat.
Muli kong tinitigan ang gunggong na katabi ko as I point my glass at his face.
"I have... a fuvking stalker because of you," matalim kong sabi kay Coen.
"Wha-Whaa--? Oh, shit! Shit! Not again! Uhm! Die, you idiot!" gigil niyang sabi habang panay ang pindot sa controller ng kanyang nilalaro.
He's playing with his bloody video games again. The bastard didn't even look at me!
Problemado akong nakaupo sa katabing sofa habang umiinom ng alak. Mas naaasar pa ako habang pinapanood ko siyang tuwang-tuwa sa nilalaro niya habang ako naman ay sumasakit na ang ulo sa pinoproblema ko!
"I said, I have a sta-- Will you turn that damn thing off for a second? I swear I'll tab it - then, I'll stab your ass next!" banta ko sa kanya.
Natawa lang siya sa sinabi ko at hindi pa rin ako nilingon.
"Stab me with what? A shot glass? Pffft!" aniya kasunod ang nakakaasar niyang tawa.
"If that's the case - then, I could grab those set of knives if you prefer them! Wait! I'll get the-"
Mabilis pa kay Usain Bolt niyang inihagis ang controller sa table. Ngayon ay naka-crosslegs at nakahawak pa siya sa baba niya habang nakaupo, daig pa ang judges ng America's Got Talent kung tumitig sa akin.
"Please don't stab me," aniya na may seryosong mukha.
Napahimas na lang ako sa sintido ko. How did we end up as friends again? I'm having this feeling that I'd rather shoot him than befriend him if I've had met him this way. Natatawa na rin ako sa kagaguhan niya kaya palalampasin ko na lang ito.
"Tsk. As I was trying to say for the last five minutes, I. Have. A. Problem. Naaalala mo ba iyong huling set-up mo sa akin?"
Kunwari pa ay nag-isip siya ng malalim. Mayamaya ay lumiwanag ang mukha niya na parang may naalala.
"Ah! Iyong huling set-up ko sa iyo? Iyong malaki ang kinita mo?" Tumango naman ako. "No."
"Damn it, Coen! This is serious! Stop joking around and listen, bastard! That birthday girl---who the party was for---keeps on following me! Ayaw niya akong lubayan! Sa trabaho, sa gigs! Kahit nga s--" naputol ang paghuhuromentado ko nang mag-ring ang cellphone ko sa table.
