The club lights flickered in pink and gold, the bass vibrating through the floors of Empire Lounge, it is one of Yael Vergara’s partly owned high-end bars. Ironically, that night, the owner wasn’t even there. But Jam was.
Jam sat in the corner booth with Lyka, a half-empty bottle of tequila between them. Mascara smudged, lipstick faded, and eyes empty. All she want that night is to get drunk and wasted until she can't feel the pain and emptiness in her. After what happened this past days of her life, she felt so down that she lost her drive to move on and start a new. Para siyang nawalan ng pakpak bigla, ayaw na niyang isipin pa ang kanyang katangahan.
Kung di niya sana hinayaan si Yael Vergara na makalapit sa kanya, malamang ay maayos at payapa parin magpahanggang sa ngayon ang buhay ni
