HECTOR APOLLO ARAGON
Sometimes, I feel the need to disappear without notice to know who my people are. I want to learn who to keep. I want to identify who really cares when I'm gone.
But I'm afraid that there's really no one finding me. I'm afraid that I can't manage my expectations and get hurt in the end.
It's not that I don't trust the people around me. But there were times that I wish people could just utter their eulogies before death arrives. So in that way, I'd be able to hear them. I'd be able to hear the truth from them.
I couldn't feel anything besides being tired. I don't know where I'm tired. I don't know what caused me to be tired. The only thing in my mind is the urge to rest for a long time. I feel like I'm lost in a place where everyone knows me.
I felt even heavier when Leon finally dropped me at the villa. I don't know but I feel like I don't want to go home first.
"Are you alright? What happened inside?" He asked me again.
