Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” You start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
You sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here you were, lying on the kusina floor.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly sa pamamagitan ng the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly pag-awit to herself.
One araw I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I pag-ibig you Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.
Seize upon that moment long nakaraan
One breath away and there you will be
So young and carefree
Again you will see
That place in time...so ginto
Steal away into that way back when
You thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay ginto
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes you say
So must the araw
Too, fade away
And leave a sinag of sun
So ginto
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold
One breath away and there you will be
So young and carefree
Again you will see
That place in time...so ginto
Steal away into that way back when
You thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay ginto
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes you say
So must the araw
Too, fade away
And leave a sinag of sun
So ginto
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold