Don't Cry For Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nang mapansin ng binata ang kanyang pag-iyak ay hinawakan nito ang kanyang mukha at tumitig sa kanya. “Don’t cry, it’s over.”, pag-aalo ng binata sa kanya kasabay ng pagpahid sa walang tigil na pagdaloy ng kanyang mga luha. Sa hindi niya maipaliwanag na dahilan ay kinuha niya ang kamay ng binata na nakahawak sa kanyang mukha at inilapit sa kanyang mga labi at hinalikan.

Bullshit. Nagmadali akong umalis at umuwi, trying to stop my pain, my tears from coming out. Kailanman, hindi ako umiyak. Kayang-kaya kong pigilan ang mga luha ko. No one will see me cry, no one will see me weak. I know it's good for the soul, but crying for me means you're letting someone make you feel vulnerable. I won't give anyone satisfaction by hurting me. They don't deserve that kind of joy. They don't deserve to see me cry.

Saglit ay parang umalingaw-ngaw sa tainga niya ang tinig ng kan'yang Ina habang malambing nitong tinatawag ang pangalan niya. "AHHHHH!! GOD DA*NM IT!" gigil na gigil niyang pinaghahapas pa lalo ang manibela. Umaalon ang dibdib sa mga emosyon na kan'yang nararamdaman, he wants to cry and let out his pain but he couldn't. Don't lose it Doss. They can't break you. Those are just a memories. Don't break down please. You need to be strong, live like no one can hurt you.

Then I felt him loosen his embrace only to put my arms around his body. "I haven't cry when she died. Please cry for me?" I frowned. "H-ha?" He was looking down at me then smile sadly, before I felt his hand on my head and buried my face to his chest. "Cry." Magtatanong pa sana ako kung anong trip niya pero naunahan na niya akong magsalita. "If you don't wanna cry for yourself, then cry for me." Nabigla ako sa sinabi niya at hindi naiwasang mapahigpit ang kapit sa kaniya.

Hindi ko sya hinarap dahil hindi ko kakayaning makita sya, mas lalo ko lang sisisihin ang sarili ko. "Fuck, why are you crying?!"

“Umalis na si Sheena.” “I know.” Umismid siya. Wala man lang itong kaemo-emosyon. Dapat kino-comfort siya nito, eh. “Bakit hindi ka umiyak?” Hindi makapaniwalang tinitigan niya ito. Gusto pala nitong makitang ngumawa siya. Wala talaga itong pakialam sa kaniya. “Umiyak na nga si Sheena ‘tapos iiyak pa ako? Lalo lang ‘yong malulungkot.”

Hindi ko alam pero napaluha ako nang marinig koi yon. “Ohh, she’s crying. Are you crying?” “No.” pinunasan ko ang luha ko. “Why should I cry. Masaya ako na sa wakas may katulad mong nagmamahal na rin sa akin.” “You don’t need to cry. I am always here for you basta huwag mo akong palalayasin at ipagpapalit ha?” “Bakit ko naman gagawin ‘yon?” “Kasi you know, I am always sober and wasted.”

“Don’t cry, never shed tears in front of other people even when you feel hurt,” “I know you used to remind me not to cry and don’t show my weakness in front of other people. I tried to suppress my emotion, Brielle, but I can’t hold it,”sunud- sunod na patak ng luha ang umagos sa mga mata ni Ivana.

Oo, galit ako kaya may pag diin talaga ang salita ko. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what?” Pinipigilan ko talagang tumulo ang kahit isang butil ng luha ko. I will never let him see me crying. ‘I don’t cry over people, I cry over the way I get treated because I don’t deserve that.’ I don’t deserve an unstable signal, if he doesn’t like me anymore, it’s a right thing not to do anything that would make me think like he regret breaking up with me. Huwag siyang paasa!

Napayakap ako sa aking sarili at ramdam na ramdam pa rin ang panginginig. I should not be crying over petty shits. Not anymore.