'Di Makatulog

• Last Chapter •

"No, no! Mainit lang dito sa court!" I said fanning myself with the use of my hands.

He smiled at me. "Here," he said handing me back my phone. "Thank you nga pala," he said before leaving me.

Para akong tanga na naka-titig lang sa cellphone ko na ini-abot niya. I was staring at it for what feels like forever.

"Hoy!"

My heart jumped. I immediately glared at my brother. Hinampas ko siya sa braso. "Kuya Al naman! Sinabi nang 'wag akong gugulatin!" I exclaimed.

He laughed at me. Ugh, why do I have this kind of brother? "Do you want to go home? I'll take you home. Mukhang matatagalan pa naman bago magsimula ang practice..." he said as he sat beside me.

Umiling ako. "Okay lang. I'll stay here for a while, wala pa naman sina mom sa bahay," I told him. When the truth was... I just wanted to see Fabian play.

Carpe diem.

I wanted to seize every moment of my life. My life? It has only a limited amount of time and I wanted to spend every second of it worth it.

That day, he didn't come. He didn't attend their practice. My kuya and I went home because Coach told them that the practice was already cancelled. I didn't know the reason why.

I was staring at the ceiling with my phone beside me. Contemplating whether I should text him or not. He didn't even reply to Migo's message so I had no excuse to message him.

But still... I ended up texting him.

Nervously, I went to my iMessage and typed a message for him. Seize the day. Seize the moment. Seize it, A.

Kung hindi siya magrereply, edi hindi. At least, you tried, hindi ba? At least naranasan mo sa buong buhay mo na itext ang crush mo. At least, naging matapang ka kahit sasandali. Kahit minsan lang.

Hi, Fabian. I finally composed and sent. Hinga nang malalim. Inhale, exhale.

Text lang naman 'yan, A.

There's nothing wrong with that...

Seconds, minutes passed.

It felt like forever waiting for his reply.

He didn't reply. And so, I messaged him again. I was kind of hurt whenever he wouldn't reply to my messages, but then, as time passed by, I thought, maybe it wasn't Fabian's number. Hindi rin naman siya nagreply sa message ni Migo noon, kaya hindi rin talaga ako sigurado kung number nga ba ito ni Fabian.

"Go Fabby!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I am his number one fan, I think. To the point that I felt like betraying my own brother, Alesso. Mas chini-cheer ko pa kasi si Fabian higit sa kanya.

The game ended on SFA's side—our school. With a smile plastered on my face, I started typing a message for him...

I glanced at him. He was smiling. Kitang-kita mo kung gaano niya kamahal ang paglalaro ng basketball. It was his passion and dream. One thing that I liked about him was because he was so passionate. He is a dreamer.