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For the realization that began to settle in, heavy and suffocating as he standing at the center of a storm that he had unintentionally started. Rasya’s heart twisted painfully as he look around at the shattered pieces of their lives and realized how much his carelessness had impacted others. His mind keep replaying the timeline like a cruel reminder. The sudden wave of heat, the mistake, his carelessness—everything. If only he hadn’t allowed his body to betray him that night. How could a single mistake, something so small, have led to so much much pain? The damage had been done. There’s no such thing do-overs. And maybe forgiveness feels too far away and too good for someone like him right now. He just wanted to get through this. But does he deserves to hope for anything at all?

Deenan noticed that his Papa has always been that kind of person whose pride should always be put above others. All his life, he has seen his Papa going around and acting like he owns the whole world under his palm where he can order whoever he desires to do whatever he wants. That’s why Deenan’s expectations were already low, but somehow, this is far more beyond what he expected the decision would be. And if his Papa thought he would forsake either Rasya or the baby, then this is the furthest he could allow his Papa to go.

It is undeniable that Deenan has always been the perfect son that Dimi had on his mind. And same goes for Dante, Deenan is the most he could ask for to continue his legacy. Deenan is their perfect successor who does everything perfectly without the needs to be asked and the needs to be told. He’s smart, he’s kind, well-spoken, reliable, considerate, confident in his abilities yet humble, he’s respectful and has a good heart. Oh, dear, he’s perfect in every sense. But Deenan might has been too perfect for a long time. So does Dimi, who has been above the clouds way too long, until he forgot how it feels to set his foot on the ground.

As best friends, they both tagged along in the same difficult situation. It’s undeniable that they are currently covering up their best friends’ wrongdoings. They could be dragged into the upcoming consequences, too. Yet, it’s too late to take few step back because they already knew way too much. But then again, they have no right to mingle and/or interfere in the decision-making that is considered the best for the problem by their best friends because it’s beyond their realm. And no matter what decision that will be made, all of them would still be blamed for their actions. So, it is wise for them to start on trying to understand each other more since it most likely would be only four of them until the finish line.

The memory has been lingering on his head for as long as he can remember. A memory of help and comfort from someone who he failed to tell his gratitude before because he was too scared. Funny how there’s a tell-tale, the best thing happens unexpectedly. But, that’s clearly not for his tale.

People said, there’s a thin line between love and friendship. Guess it’s true. He may found his rainbow now, but Vale will never forget who brought him the sun when he was drowning in rain.

There you go. A teeny-tiny, pomegranate seed sized human being is there, growing inside Rasya’s tummy. It feels so unreal for Deenan. Please, hang in there, our little fighter. Papa and Papi are here trying, too.

Quality time has always been Deenan’s first and foremost love language. He likes to spend time with his loved ones. And ever since he got into relationship, Keelan and his family has always been the substitute for his parents absence. But today, for the first time, everything feels so wrong.

Just like the oil in the water, sooner or later, it will rise. Everyone will figure out the truth. They can’t walk forever on this road of lies. Rasya understands that. But if telling the truth means his Daddy and his Papi will turning their back on him, just this time, Rasya decided he wants to be a selfish person.

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. Funny how sometimes the person you’d take a bullet for, is the one behind the trigger.