Hindi tumigil sa paglalakad ang binata. Tina-tahak niya ang isang abandonadong kalsada na napapalibutan ng nagtataasang mga puno. He was barefoot, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a gray jacket with its hood perched on the top of his head. Gabi na at tila pati ang langit ay nakikisabay sa kanyang pagdurusa dahil ni anino ng buwan at mga tala ay hindi nakikita.
The almighty Alpha was hunched, head bowed with tears falling from his eyes nonstop. His sobs echoed through the night and how painful each of them are.
Hanggang sa bigla siyang tumigil nang makita ang pawala-walang ilaw na nanggagaling sa bulsa ng kanyang pang-ibaba. He didn't know he still has the phone. He brought it out and gazed at the blinking name on the screen.
Mother calling. . .
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