Farting Fictions: Hey! Please don't give up.

My phone began to ring as I try to dose off. I wasn't fully conscious, I was half-asleep as I tried to grab my phone on the bedside table. My eyes were tired to open, my head still spinning with alcohol. The number was random as the light flashed on my eyes, it wasn't registered. Who would it be?

"Hello, who's this and do you have any idea what time is it?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you at this time."

It was a voice a woman.

"It's okay. Who is this, by the way?"

"You don't need to know who I am, but the last call registered on his phone was your number. So I tried to call you."

"Who?"

"You know who I'm talking about. I don't know you and you don't know me, let's keep it that way. I just called to say that he just got into a terrible accident. He's on the hospital right now trying to survive."

I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes as I try to digest all the words my mysterious caller just said. How could it happen? Why? Where? How? I had a lot of questions in my mind.

"Tell me he's gonna be okay."

"I wish I could, but the doctors just said it's a 50-50 chance. I'll call you again when we confirm what should happen."

And then the line just stopped. My head finally cleared up I can't think properly right now, I can't fathom the fact you can be gone in any second. I went straight to the kitchen, still in my underpants, to grab water and try to exhale. What could've happened? What if I just let you stay? Our last conversation was just two hours ago while you were still on a friend's party.

"Just let me fix this. I'll give my best this time. Just.. please."

"You know people who aren't strong enough to let go? I would always assume that I am one of them. But right now, I don't know. I'm tired of trying to make this work out."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want this to work out. But I think I'm giving up."

"Hey! Please don't give up."

"I want to fight, but I'm tired. I keep trying, but I constantly fail. I'll call you again."

And now, I'm regretting every word I said. I realized I was there for 15 minutes, staring blankly at nowhere. Then my phone began to ring again. I just quickly grabbed it and pressed the little green button without looking who would it be.

"Hey, it's me."

The voice was crystal clear. It was you. How can you talk to me when you're in the hospital?

"How can this happen? Someone called me and said you were in a terrible accident."

"She's over-reacting. I'm fine now."

"But she said you're 50-50!"

"Again, over-reacting. Just listen."

I can't say a thing. I didn't care if this was true or not, as long it's you and your voice.

"I'm sorry I was never enough. I'm sorry I didn't try to work this out. I'm sorry for every pain I've caused you. I know saying this isn't enough. But you made me the happiest man in the world. All the love I gave, all the love I know, it's all because of you."

"You know what's the last words you said to me?"

"What?"

"Hey! Please don't give up."

I heard you chuckle for a while, but still, the seriousness in your tone is irrevocable. It was then I realized I was sobbing.

"I want you know that no matter what happens, I will always be the man that will fight for you. I wish I can see you right now, I'll hug you and never let you go. Only if I could...."

The line got cut the moment you said those last words. I was just there, crying my heart out. After 5 minutes, someone called again.

"I've been trying to call you but your phone seems busy."

"I was just talking to him."

"How's that possible when...."

"When what?"

She started to cry as I hear her struggling to breath on the line.

"When he's gone now."

I dropped the phone.

Farting Fictions: At 2:00 AM

You kissed my cheek as you walked with me up to my unit. You couldn't stay because my stupid dorm mate would be displeased to see you again. We had to be understanding just this once, it's past 2:00 AM and we had a great time. Just the two of us.

"Are you going to call me when you wake up?"

"I'll try not to think of you, just this once."

"I tried that but I failed."

"So you tried it?"

"But I failed. Miserably."

Our short conversations weren't enough. I had to do something. I have to have something you can't take away again. Taking my heart away every time you're with me is just unbearable. But it feels good, nonetheless. I knew I had to do it. Gently, softly, I kissed you on the lips. No words can describe how I feel every time I do that. Your scent fills up my lungs and I swear I could die any second. But you, you keep me alive. Ironic as it is, you're my death and you're my living. And then there we were, we couldn't keep our hands from ourselves. Every time we kiss, our minds simply stop and it leads us to somewhere only the two of us ever existed. And then reality strikes back with the bell of the elevator as we waited there in the hall.

"I should go in now. I still have work tomorrow."

"You probably should, I'll go ahead then."

"Love, don't ever try not thinking about me again?"

"I knew you'd react. I will always fail in that area, love. I decided to call you 'love' since no other term in the world could ever describe you. As generic as it sounds, you are my love. And guess what?"

"What?"

"People dancing at clubs, people dating more people, they're trying to find what I found in you. And I'll never know what to do if I lose you."

"Now, go before I I ask you to stay again."

"I can stay."

"Let's be considerate this time."

"You should get your own place."

"I probably should."

I asked you to go because I could squeak like a little girl of you don't go ahead any minute. I know I'll sleep with the most comforting words I'll ever hear in my life.

Farting Fictions II: After A Year

Note: This isn't connected at all with the first one. It's a totally random thing that entered my mind. Any similarities is a total coincidence.*
*LOLJK Of course it's familiar. It's a thing I wanted to happen.
Spare me, my brethren, I am not good with words.

After A Year

There you were, sitting at the exact same spot where we first met. You had that crazy look in your eyes, you're deep into thinking something I can't figure out. A bit nervous as I can see you, you took another hit on your Marlboro Black. You saw me from a distance, you barely smiled and waved at me. Both of us knew I was nervous as hell too. I sat down next to the wooden chair of that coffee shop where we first met exactly a year ago. I didn't know why you had to call that day, it was odd enough it's exactly the a year after we first met. It didn't change, it's still the same old smell of grounded coffee, burning smell of cigarette on the ash tray and those wooden tables and chairs that never seem to fade. Only two things changed, or perhaps, two people changed.

You perfectly knew it what time to call me, exactly right after work. I didn't know why you had the idea I didn't have any plans for that night. It's almost 9:00PM now, about three hours ago, you called me on my mobile.

"Hey! How you've been?"

"I'm good. Surprised you called."

"Yeah, sorry, wanna meet up later?"

"Sure. Same old?"

"Same old."

I stared at you for a second, you were still wearing those freakishly large glasses you had. As usual, you were wearing a black shirt topped with a red, checkered polo. You continued smoking the last hits of your cigarette while I took out my camera. You smiled a bit, knowing that we have the same brand and model of camera. I took a quick shot of you, you didn't smile. I wasn't surprised, you never smile in the camera when I take the picture. I still have to figure out why. After putting the camera on the table, you quickly pulled your chair next to me. It's like de ja voux, it's happening all over again.

"So, why did you want to see me?"

"Couldn't I see an old friend?"

"An old friend? Glad I'm still on the friends list."

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, about eight months ago, I was on your 'People-I-should-be-rude-to' list."

"Hey, that's over now."

"Yeah."

"Do you like some coffee?"

"No, I'm fine."

With your face close to mine, I just can't dwell in to the fact that I've loved you so much than myself. Not just any other kind of love. Crazy love. I have literally and emotionally driven myself crazy from all the things we have done. And I want to believe you have seen that in me too. Our actions a year ago were just enough proof of our craziness level. You were there, just staring at me. I was not as crazy about it like how you're doing it. I didn't have time to create my illusion again, I had to talk.

"How you've been?"

"I'm good. I moved on."

"Apparently."

"Sorry, but we're over now."

"Oh, how short-lived. Who am I kidding? You're good at 'short-lived' things."

"Where did that come from?"

"From the pits of my... heart, I guess."

"You're being funny again."

"I act funny when I'm with you, you know that for a fact."

I didn't know for how long I can keep my mask. The mask that keeps me from taking these things lightly up to now. The mask I'm afraid you'll wear off my face again like how you did before. Truly loving me, letting me feel that I am worthy to be loved without any mask to wear. My heart is now beating faster, just like before.

"I'm sorry, I never should have done that to you."

"Well, you have. Saying that I was a wrong 'rope' was stupid enough for me. You should be really sorry."

"I am. And I've been stupid, I'm sorry."

"Good you know. I wish I can say it's all okay with me. But it isn't. You know what I had to go through after you left me hanging. I had to hurt other people too in my deep desperation to move on from you. You took a lot when you left."

"I know it wasn't easy for you. But believe me, it wasn't easy for me either."

"I wish I could believe you."

I didn't realize a tear rolled down from my stupid eye, I must have fell deep into the conversation. You were just staring at me, so close I might feel again. It makes me uncomfortable how I think you were looking at every detail of my features. I tried to look at you and saw compassion.

"I hope you can still forgive me. And I know you'll say you wish you could."

"Where are all these getting at? What do you want to happen? It's been a year for goodness' sake!"

"I don't know."

"Are you drunk or something?"

"No."

"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?"

"I want to make it up to you."

"You're a bit late for that now. Sorry."

I tried my best to fight the huge hug you gave me. It was so tight I could barely breathe. But then again, I felt the longing on that simple yet significant hug. I didn't know what to exactly feel, though. Your whole body is saying, "I'm sorry, please forgive me." Your warm hands touched my hair and it soothed me, calmed the heck out of me. I felt I could be safe again. I realized how I'm falling into a trap, I quickly pushed your body away and took my camera as well as my bag and rushed to get out of the place.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going home."

"No, you're not. You're staying here."

"Who are you to talk to me after a year and say those things to me?"

"I'm sorry. Just please, stay."

Walking fast and faster as I could, I felt your presence behind as we reached a more secluded area. I tried my very best not to look back, to see how you look like to rush and keep up with my fast pace. I was still walking fast when...

"I still love you!"

I stopped. I was trying to think where those words came from , though I perfectly knew where and who it was. Then it all came back. Hurt. Pain. Infinity. Love. I quickly turned back with the same pace like how I tried to walk away. Obnoxiously, I reached for you high chest and push you bit as I said,

"How unfair could you get? You can't just say those things to me and think you can get a way with it!"

I realized I was sobbing.

"You know what really scares me? The thought that I could just forget all the things that happened and just hold on to those four words you just said. It's the smartest thought in the world, but it's still a thought."

You quickly grabbed me by your arms and I could feel every inch of your body.

"You can't just do that and hug me."

"Apparently, I can. I'm 6 feet tall and I can do that this to you."

"It's called harassment. And by the way, thank you for emphasizing our height difference."

"You're still my little woodland creature."

"And you're still Gandalf the Wizard or whatever."

I can't believe we still cracked our silly jokes. You were obviously sobbing basing from how you've said all those words. We were just there, feeling again.

Farting Fictions

Nagising na naman si Ares sa isang bangungot na matagal na niyang tinatakbuhan. Walang nagbago, tumatakbo pa rin siya sa isang bagay na hindi niya mawari kung ano. Hindi niya alam kung anong bagay ang maaari niyang takbuhan sa kanyang panaginip. Ang alam lang niya, nanlilimahid na pawis ang palaging bumubungad sa kanyang hubad na katawan tuwing siya ay magigising.

Kumuha ng maligamgam na tubig si Ares mula sa mumurahing lalagyan. Mabilis niyang nilagok ang tubig na para bang may humahabol pa din sa kanya. Napaupo siya sa upuan malapit sa kanyang kama. Hindi niya akalaing patapos na siya ng pag-aaral. Pinadala siya sa Maynila ng kanyang mga magulang upang kumuha ng kurso sa kahit anong bagay na kanyang nais. At matapos ang tatlong taon, nasa huling taon na si Ares sa kanyang piniling kurso, Fine Arts.

Habang nakatitig sa kawalan, dagundong na katok ang narinig niya sa kanyang de kahoy na pintuan. Matagal-tagal na ring nanirahan sa isang paupahan si Ares sa puso ng Maynila. Naisip niyang walang matinong tao ang kakatok ng sobra-sobra sa oras na alas tres y media ng umaga. Halong kaba at pagtataka ang naramdaman niya ng tumayo siya at buksan ang pintuan. Gulat na gulat siyang bumungad sa kanya ang kanyang matalik na kaibigan na si Poy. Hindi magandang sabihin na may itsura si Poy. Bilang anak ng isang artista at kaklase ni Ares, si Poy ang pantasya ng maraming kababaihan. Matikas, matalino at walang kasing bait si Poy. Naging matalik silang magkaibigan ni Ares dahil sa isang insidente noong sila ay nasa unang taon pa lamang. Sabihin na lang natin na simula noon, hindi na mapaghiwalay ang dalawa. Lalo pang nagtibay ang pagkakaibigan nilang dalawa noong iniwan ng kasintahan niya si Ares, si Rizza.

Ngunit ng gabing iyon, si Poy ang mukhang problemado. Halatang-halata na ni Ares ang kalasingan ni Poy mula sa amoy ng kanyang katawan. Hindi mawari ni Ares kung bakit naglasing ng ganoon si Poy. Halos alam ni Ares ang lahat ng gawain ni Poy, at wala doon ang paglalasing. Masugid na pinapasok ni Ares si Poy sa kanyang maliit na paupahang kwarto. Binuksan ni Ares ang air-conditioner para maibsan ang kainitan na dulot ng kanyang pagtitipid at ng hiya na naramdaman ng dumating si Poy.

Pinahiga ni Ares si Poy at agad na binigyan ng tubig. Nagmamadaling kumuha si Ares ng tuwalya mula sa kanyang cabinet habang dumadaing si Poy.
"Dude, bakit ganun? Ang hirap pala maging masaya!"
Hindi maintindihan ni Ares si Poy, agad na lamang niyang pinunasan ito ng mainit na tuwalyang inihanda niya. Agad na tinanong ni Ares,
"Anong problema mo, dude? Bakit ka naglasing?"
Daing lang ang narinig na sagot ni Ares habang pinupunasan niya ito. Walang magawa si Ares kundi tanggalin ang checkered polo na suot ni Poy...

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