"Where are you going?" My own feet halts my incoming footsteps as I heard Clyde's voice. It has been two years since the last time I saw him.
He still look pretty much the same except that his eyes tells me that he has lost something that he wouldn't be able to have in this lifetime. And I know what exactly it is that he lost. It's not something but someone.
Just when I was about to turn my head to see him face to face. I do not have too. His sleek and flash like speed brought him in front of me before I can do another move.
"Going back home."
"Home? To whom?" he asked. And the pain that he's been hiding on his lips and at the back of his eyes contaminated mine.
Clyde is not the only one who lost someone dear in his life. I did too, and so does Kahlo. When the battle between the
