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I am nonchalant. I wasn't deaf. I heard you groan like hell. I wanted to run close to you and caress you to give you a momentary relief. But I just couldn't. I saw your pathetic stares at me when I left the room. I wanted to come back and mollify the hurt you were feeling. But I was simply inept. I felt your immeasurable anguish as I watch you try your best to help yourself stand up and move a foot. I wanted to be beside you to sustain you and give you a moral boost. Sadly, I was forbidden to do so. Believe it or not, I was wallowing in my own misery having known what you are going through. I remember a couple of nights ago you called me up to share your grievances. You said the pain was excruciating and it was killing you little by little. I was sort of sad for the way you were feeling. I consoled you. I told you that you really had to undergo "medication" so you would surpass it and gradually get well. Upon hearing my words of consolation, you said goodbye as you assumed that you were disturbing me. I didn't confirm your assumption nor did I deny it. We hung up the phone. Three text messages woke me up from my deep slumber. It annoyed me because I was in the middle of a romantic escapade with my anonymous prince charming. You woke me up when I was about to get a closer look at the man who had a blurry face at most part of my trance. Sigh! I wanted to kill whoever the sender was; it's just that I thought twice. The message might be something really urgent to be sent at 5:03 a.m. Hurriedly, I opened my inbox. "Ga (short for Palangga), hindi ko na kaya. Why does this have to happen to me? Please help me." It was you. The other two messages were replicate. Your words struck me. I decided to text you back. At this time, the annoyance subsided already. Half-asleep, I pressed on my cellphone's keypad and typed: "I know you are not feeling so well and I feel sorry for you. See you later. For now, try to get some sleep. Take care." Today, you are extraordinarily early. It is a miracle at least for me, and I thought we should celebrate it. Heck! I almost forgot that we are here to discuss your problem. I gazed at the man in front of me-a different one from the man I know. Your face seems so dim with that eye bags-perhaps, a manifestation of your sleepless, troubled nights. I noticed that you were slouching. So unusual of you since you used to get my attention whenever I forgot the correct posture whether standing or sitting. Well, I just suppose that whoever has a sickness similar to yours will not bother whether he is seated with poise or not. Honestly, I can never imagine myself feeling the same way as you are now. You need not utter words. I feel what you feel. Regrettably, I am incapable to neither ease your pain nor appease you. You broke the silence. You were whimpering as you uttered your words of aches and promises. You were pleading but I lingered on my nonchalance. I held your hand firmly as I watched you breathe your last breath. This is the only solace I could give you. Today, you just died in my heart.  Recommend
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