“Let's talk later,” I was about to chase their car when my brother held both my hands to stop me.
“Kuya! Can’t you see what’s happening?! Let go of me!” I struggled to let go of his grip.
”Mew, calm down! Let him go first!” He shouted at me so I looked at him. I was tired and just sat on the floor.
I felt my tears dripping. “What is the problem? Why did this suddenly happen? We were fine,” I sobbed.
"Beer?" He asked and extended his hand, signaling that I should use his hand to stand up.
"You not helping,” I scoffed in annoyance.
”And you’re ugly. Don’t you want me to help you with Gulf?”
”Really? You’ll help me?” As soon as I heard that, I was relieved. He glared at me as if he’s telling me to just shut up.
“Gulf lost himself when you two broke up. We lost connection with him,
