Lovely walked behind Angus silently, clearly, he was having a moment, and she disturbed him. She never would have called out to him if she knew. But she can't help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking, what could make him cry like that.His tears were silent and over flowing, the look in his eyes was filled with something Lovely couldn't comprehend. He looks sad yet happy."Hey, I never got the chance to apologize" Angus began, momentarily taking Lovely's attention from her own thoughts."Apologize for what?" Lovely asked, curious where his sudden apology came from."My wife" he answered plainly.Lovely sighed, she looked up at the silver moon and collected her thoughts.What could she possibly say, that it's alright? Well it's not.That she is angry? It will only put a strain on their friendship.That he never should have married

Lazy wind blew through-out Hospisyo Estrella, heat from the sun sent rivulets of perspiration down Zackary's body, sweating profusely, his black shirt felt damp on his skin. Another black out came upon them when a short circuit disrupted their power supply. It has been happening quite frequently. The electrician explained that the wiring in the hospital are old and faulty, it was normal. The young doctor continued to walk towards the far side of the main building.Mori asked to meet with him inside the gazebo, apparently the old doctor has decided that he should join him on his sessions with Gen. He was shocked at first because Dr. Mori clearly stated half a month ago that Zackary should focus solely on the other patients. Gen, as he explained, should be handled only by him. Zackary refused at first, reasoning with the old doctor that Gen's case is too rare to pass up, he needed a case like that to further his knowledge, but doctor Mori refused.Yet last night, Mori ca

Lights everywhere, Buildings after buildings, car honking one after another, the air feels stuffy and smelled of gasoline. The street they are walking on is littered with homeless people, he screwed up his nose as he whiffed the smell of urine. Angus is someone who preferred the countryside so he never visited the city. Carry once begged him, even threatened him of suicide just to have their anniversary celebrated in the city, but he declined. There are things he is willing to do and the things he decided not to do are written in stone. No one can force him."You look like a fish" Patrick teased, when he saw how Angus kept opening and closing his mouth while scrunching his nose every now and then."I feel like I'm about to suffocate" he complained while he falls behindhis two friends."Walk faster, we just need to get to the Inn" Ram replied."Why do we have to get an Inn in a place like this, can't we go somewhere, I don't

It is a peaceful morning, the smell of fresh green grass whiffed through her nose. Gen stood behind her open window, she tilted her head and allowed the sun and breeze to lick her face. It has been more than a month since she woke up. Why did she go crazy anyway? No matter how hard she tried in the past weeks, nothing came up. The last memory she can remember is Mike and the argument. The pain that night left on heart, she can still feel. It's as if it happened just yesterday. Many nights she tossed and turned on her bed, willing the pain away.What happened to him? Did he visit her during her time in the hospital? Does he even know? What does he think of her now? Where is he now?She was told that Esther, her house keeper was finalizing a few things before she could visit her. Gen was disappointed at that, she wanted to see her, hug her, ask her how she is, but no matter, Gen can wait.In her days, cooped up inside an empty room, Gen also thought about her frie

Gen continued to describe the triangular garden at the back of the Calderon Mansion. She spoke of rare assortment of flowers and trees. She spoke how the Bermuda grass looked like a verdant blanket on the ground. She spoke about the species of butterflies that lived inside, the crickets that sang sweet melodies. She spoke how owls often perched on the benches at night, some even falls asleep claiming those bench as their own during the day.Zackary kept the camera rolling and his eyes on her, but his mind was nowhere inside that room, he found her description vivid and well described that he couldn't help but picture the place itself. The way her voice pitched a bit higher when she said something that made her happy, sent shivers down his spine. There was something in her tone, something nostalgic, something infectious.Gen recounted the days of her childhood, she spoke of the memories that surfaced. She can't tell whether they were true o