Twice Broken part 1

The weather is not good. It had been raining eversince he left. I'm at the terrace of our house, waiting patiently if he should ever pass the street again.



The statue of Virgin Mary seems to stare at me with consoling eyes. My tears starts flowing again as I caress my bulging stomach.



"Mama Mary, please...please....", I whispered beyond my breath



It has been four months. I never saw him again eversince we talked on the phone. I thought we love each other. But I guess it was only me who did...



Why does he need to break my heart? What wrong have I done to him? Why did I ever fall for someone like him?



Suddenly, two 8 year old neighbors came. I wiped my tears right away.



"Ate(used to call an older sister or respect to an older girl), Kuya Frank is looking for you." the little girl said



Though surprised and pleased, I pretended not to care,



"Why? What does he want from me? Tell him he should come here if he wants to talk to me."





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