EPILOGUE

KIERSON

I always liked Vishnu and I always will. Obviously, I don't know where it all started.

Is it when our first argument happened?

Or was it when he saw me jump at the school wall because I was planning to cut classes and he reported it to the principal?

Did I fall deeper when we were arguing all the time and chances we had? Am I already whipped when we became friends?

Did I fall too hard?

Maybe I did. No… I am certain. I did fall harder.

It would always be a painful yet happy memory of when my grandfather sent Derrick Emerson to me. I was enthusiastic for Derrick to meet my friends. I was happy when they became close. All those happy memories when I was in high school were with them. I was happy because I am with them…

“Jerson,” Vishnu called me.

I lazily looked at him as I raised my brows. “What?” I asked.

Vishnu smiled cheekily and he squeezed my cheeks. “Guess what? I like someone!”

I faked a smile. Of course, I know who it was. “Derrick, was it?” I asked.

Though, I was s