Chapter 10 Best Friends

• A night sky full of blotted stars could have been so calming and satisfying to the eyes. But for this night, the sky is beige, awful, and weeping. The vengeful clouds blindfolded the stars, throwing its sorrow waters down to the land. And for every drop it falls, tears are being washed away from Andrew’s face as if hindering to console his emotions overflowing with hate and guilt upon himself.
• The drops of rain slowly wiped the bloodstains on his white shirt out, leaving only a few traces. His breath was unsteady and his legs were trembling from the combination of cold and perhaps from the rush he made out of the warehouse heading to the place where his mind takes him. He was no longer wearing any shoes. His pants were grubby on the knees from the constant stumbling and falling on the ground.
• At one last turn, he stepped on the grass, falling on his knees in front of a tomb named after the man who died because of his selfish love. His eyes set on his legs as if staring at the tomb would blind him. In his right hand, a knife was in place. He gazed at it. It still has some traces of blood. His expression darkened at the sight, as he remembered how he just hurt his best friend using his own two hands. His hand trembled violently at the thought. He held his wrist in his left hand and tears came rushing through once again. He then forced himself to gaze at the tomb, at the name that was written on it.Emman Figueroa“Why?”Andrew asked as his bottom lip quivered.“Why did you do that?”Andrew felt like his world was falling apart. He loved Emman so much. He gave everything to him. There was no secret he hid from him and for the first time before, he believed that there was someone who would not leave him. Emman was his everything.“Do you hate me? Do you hate me that much to kill yourself?”he went on, his voice was low and brittle.