Nagising na lang ako sa hospital and my Mom told me that I'm asleep for three days. I've passed out on my way home and one of my classmates saw me kaya inihatid nya ako sa hospital.

"Kuya" kinabahan ako nang naalala ko ang ginawa ko sa kanya kaya tumakas ako sa hospital.

It's true that I never even bother to consider his love for me. Sinanay nila ako na ituring sya bilang kuya ko at hindi ko din sya nakakasama.

I'm aware that I'm his wife but I'm too young to even realise my own feelings. I don't know if I love him nor if I even have a feelings for him. We never even talked after our wedding so maybe that's when I started to lose my interest for him. And I found someone who resembles him the most.

Yes, JC and Zagreb has some resemblance and maybe that's the reason why I thought I love JC.

It was foolish of me to hurt him like this and chase someone I couldn't even get.

"Why did you love me this much?" Wala sa sariling bulong ko. How heartless am I?

I don't even deserve a guy like him. Pinunasan ko ang luha ko at naisip kong puntahan sya sa bahay nila.

I know he would not go at our house because of what I did.

Nag madali akong pumunta sa bahay nila and I knocked desperately on their door.

"Kuya! Please open this door!" I shouted at pinunasan ko ang luha ko. I can't bear to loose him.

"I'm so sorry! Please! Can we talk even just for a while?" I wiped my tears at umupo muna ako dahil masama ang pakiramdam ko "Please Kuya".

I know I fucked up. Everything was my fault.

I looked at the ring that he gave me. It was pretty and the small ruby was shaped and carved like a moon.

"Eclipse" wala sa sariling usal ko at mas napaiyak na naman ako "I was your moon but I never give you any light at all"

All I gave him was pain and heartache.

Tumayo ulit ako and I knocked again. How can he forgive me for what I did?

"Kuya! Im so sorry! Let's start again"

"Kitten?" Napatingin ako sa nag salita at nakita ko ang mommy nya. Lumapit sya kaagad sa akin at hinawakan nya ang nuo ko "You're sick—" usal nya at hindi ko na sya pinatapos mag salita.

"Tita, can I talk to Zagreb? Please tita. I need to talk to him" Tuloy tuloy ang pag patak nang luha ko pero hindi ko ito magawang punasan.

Zagreb's Mom was a kind hearted woman. She's always sending gifts to me even though I never bother to even visit her nor to even send her a message or a letter.

She treated me nicely kahit ganito ang ugali ko at kahit alam nyang sinasaktan ko ang anak nya.