Chapter 30

***Florante's POV***

I wish there is a master switch that I can press to delete all the events that happened after I met Larry.

I should never have hitched a ride with him.

I should have trusted my instincts and punched his smiling face that same day he dropped me off at school.

I never should have shared my headset with him in the library listening to that stupid Cyndi Lauper song.

I never should have lent him my Walkman and smiled like a stupid dog when he said he liked my playlist.

I never should have abducted him from his Little Larry Fan Club and brought him to my hangout place under the Molave.

I never should have fist-bumped with him at the crossroads.

I never should have visited his house, I swear that event kick-started all these bullshits.

I never should have let him drag me to his room where he had already laid out a plan to seduce me by playing cutesy holding that goddamn camera and eventually pressed his lips against mine.

I never should have returned that kiss, though it seems impossible.

I should have listened to Nana and never had to come to school and ended up at the clinic where he would use his charm on me, feeding me with that stupid bowl of porridge wiping the smudge off my chin and all.

I should have slapped his perfect face when he tried to hold my hand and tended to my bruise.

I never should have let him sponge-bathe me, who cares if I collapse right there and then anyway?

I never should have gone with him in The French Riviera restaurant and impress me with his French mouth and bail me out with his French Kiss.

I never should have brought him in my favorite hangout place by the cliff after that stupid dinner and listened to all his cheesy lines.

Under the light of a million stars unafraid to live unafraid to love my ass!

I should never have made love with him though it really felt good to be inside him.

I never would have suffered this pain right now. I never would have cried like crazy on my bed listening to this stupid song 'Alone' by Heart wondering if he's already eaten his dinner and if he's hurt when I yanked his hands off of me.

I never would have had to deal with the pain of losing him forever when they move back to the States.

This is why I hate being associated with anyone because they end up either dying or leaving.

Larry taught me a lot of things, I wish he could have taught me how to forget.

To feel happiness like psychedelic drugs in my veins, only to suffer the consequences later, I wanna tell him, your existence is the greatest betrayal in the history of human kind.