Romans & histoires Broken Heart Photo

I was afraid that maybe this was just an infatuation, a fleeting spark that would burn brightly for a short time before fizzling out, leaving me with nothing but ashes and regret. The thought of such a letdown was almost unbearable, the possibility of heartbreak a constant shadow looming over our budding connection. I questioned every shared laugh, every tender touch, searching for evidence to either confirm or deny my worst fears. The uncertainty was agonizing, a torturous dance between hope and despair. "I had never imagined walking with anyone..beside me, and I never had thought that it's gonna be you Ramina. All these past few years, I believed that marriage in papers is fine.."

"Sort of." I snap my hand. "I knew it. I'm your next victim, right?" He laugh. "Such a smartass." He turned his gaze back and stare at me for a long time. "Did 'love' also did that to you?" My forehead creased. "Did what?" "Are you also a broken hearted?" "What?!" I laughed and shook my head before brought my gaze back to him. "Wild heart can't be broken, don't you know?" I shook my head and avoid his gaze. "... but it can be dead. It was already dead," I mumbled.

Bigla naman itong umingos. "Bitter ka kase broken hearted ka." Sabi nito at pagkatapos ay kinuha ang cellphone sa bulsa nito. "Ito siya o, tingnan mo." Sabi nito at pagkatapos ay ipinakita nito ang picture sa cellphone nito na kaagad niya namang tiningnan. "Ang gwapo nga!" Kilig na sabi niya naman rito at pagkatapos ay tinusok ang tagiliran nito.

Lumabas ako sa kwarto ng anak ko at doon naibuhos ko na ang iyak ko. I was sobbing hars. I thought he didn't know. Pumunta ako sa kwarto ko at kinuha ang nag-iisang picture namin. I crampled it. What's the point of keeping this picture in the first place? To brake me? And now it's not just me, my son as well. I'm sorry anak. I didn't know that you were also broken. Sa nalaman mo, it must've hurt you a lot.

Idinilat ko ang aking mga mata, saka tumingin sa kamay niya na aking hawak-hawak, saka iyon mahinang pinisil. "Na-trauma kasi ako. Pakiramdam ko, ang dali-dali kong iwan," Tipid akong ngumiti habang nakatingin pa rin sa kanyang kamay. "Si Papa ang greatest heartbreak ko," muli akong nag-angat nang tingin saka itinuon ang aking paningin sa takipsilim na nasa aming harapan.

At nag-aaalala ang pamilya baka kung mapaano ang dalaga habang naroon ito sa kanila. Kumurap si Geri, inabot ang kamay ng pinsan. “I-I’m sorry. I k-know your’re all worried but… I just can’t push myself to eat right now. N-naguguluhan ako, Jewel. I know I shouldn’t do this to myself but… t-there’s too much p-pain, h-here,” pag-amin ni Geri sa hirap na tinig, hinawakan ang kanyang dibdib, yumuko bago muling humagulgol. She promised herself earlier that she will never cry again but… how can you teach a broken heart not to cry? How will she start unloving someone she has loved for a very long time? How will she pick up the broken pieces of life?

hagulgol ko saka napahiga ulit sa kama. Hinalikan ko nang paulit-ulit ang larawan saka hahaplosin at yayakapin ulit.. Hindi ko maipaliwanag ang sakit sa puso ko.. Para bang kakapusin ako ng hininga dahil sa hindi maawat na paghikbi ko. Dinamba ko ang puso ko saka iyon nilamukos ng napakahigpit. Ang sakit talaga.. Naaalala ko na naman ang mukha ng baby ko habang nakangiti sa'kin.. Ngunit napalitan iyon ng Imahe ng nasusunog niyang katawan habang umiiyak at nasasaktan..

I am so complicated! "Just leave me alone Ella" I coldly told her. "What?" I can see she's shocked. "Just go, I am not going to follow her. I just need to think" Hindi ko na tiningnan si Ella hanggang sa narinig ko na lang ang malakas na pagbagsak ng pintuan ng opisina ko. Akira's phone is still lying on the floor. Screen is broken at kitang kita ang lockscreen photo nya which is our wedding photo na tila basag dahil sa screen.

But seeing her together the man who broke her once, their smiles genuine, their laughter echoing through the terminal, was a cruel reminder of the fragility of my own hope. The air around me seemed to thicken, the noise of the airport fading into a distant hum. I felt a tightness in my chest, a physical manifestation of the heartbreak that was slowly consuming me. I had always been willing to let go, to accept the inevitable, to prioritize Niya's happiness above all else. But seeing them together, so effortlessly in love, had shattered the illusion of my own happiness, leaving me with a gnawing sense of uncertainty.

"You're forcing me to her, right?" I let out a soft laugh, a sound that felt more like shattered glass. My head shook slowly, a gesture of disbelief and something far colder. He thought this would break me. He thought a cheap, manipulated video and a public spectacle could force a confession. How tragically naive. The girl he sought to shame had been buried for nine years, along with the screen name he was so desperate to unearth.