CHAPTER 63: DIMAS

"MINI-FIGURE"

IT'S BEEN how many days now since Dimas lost his son, but in his heart, it feels like years, decades, or centuries already. His cute smiles, and laughter; his naughtiness, demands, and sweetness used to flash before his eyes. At night, he's needing to drown himself drinking until he drops as well as to stop himself from thinking about his son anymore and the pain inflicted by his death.

Walang araw na hindi siya bumalik sa nasunog na shelter para muling hanapin si Charlie roon; ang kaniyang mga bakas o maski na ang bangkay nito. Gaya ng araw-araw na hindi siya nawawalan ng pag-asa ay ang araw-araw na pagkabigo niya't pagkamatay dala ng walang pagsidlang sakit. His parents used to comfort him and tell him that everything's gonna be alright in time.

But no!

No f*cking amount of time can mend the tenderness in his chest. No f*cking amount of time can tame the wild and severe bleeding of his heart. He used to scream every day about how painful it feels not to be able to pr