THE JAPANESE GIRL

  He’s afraid of cockroaches.

  The good guy image. The good guy image. He has to maintain it for his relatives and classmates. But he has to let loose at least once.

  The Japanese girl. His friend introduced her to him online several months ago.

  Rejected. As usual. The emotional stress of unrequited love hurt him once again. He lied to himself, pretending that his former friends taking the girls he liked didn’t hurt even one bit.

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  He threw the trash one night with his lighter that he bought from a sari-sari store months ago.

  Abstinence. For his sister. He quit the Fortune Greens and the company of his classmate who would invite him everyday after school to puff a few sticks. He wanted clean blood to donate to her. But she already went upstairs before donation time.

  As he inhaled the nasty smoke, he felt the gravity of the earth shift. Thoughts rushed in. Multiple random tunes played inside of his head while he ate his favorite chocolate snack.

  After that, he felt regret. It weighed more than his desire to relieve stress. It was as if he’s committed a terrible sin. His sister was watching him. She was always watching him.

  Quickly, he went home and went straight to his bed as he once again hurt himself with the fact that his dream girls will always be what they are.

  He just needs mobile data and tissues.