A Flashback To That Hot Afternoon

The intense heat woke me up.

I was lying facedown, my body was drenched in sweat. Fortunately, I was no longer nauseous, but I was still giddy. My head throbbed menacingly. My throat was dry and sore; it was begging for water. Did I throw up that much last night?

I searched for my phone among the tangled mess of blankets and pillows on my side. 1:46PM, the screen showed. I stared at it for a few seconds before I realized something was amiss. He's gone! I instantly sat bolt upright, worsening my headache.

"Chris!" I shouted.

No answer. I yelled once more. I was hoping that maybe he's just inside the bathroom, but only silence answered me. Where the fuck did he go? Did he already leave without waking me up? If so, then why? He knows I hate people who leave without saying goodbye.

I checked my phone again. There were no text messages. I tried calling him thrice. Each time, it went unanswered. Nada nada nada. Am I being ignored? Or is he just busy? I sent an SMS saying, "Hey saan ka now? What time ka umalis? Di ka man lang nagpaalam. Ano ba meron?" before I tossed it back beside me.

I turned my gaze towards the mirror positioned in front of my bed. I surveyed my reflection. I looked pretty fucked up. My hair was fizzy, my face was glistening with sweat and oil, and my shirt was stained. My expression was contorted in confusion and irritation. What the hell is happening?

There was still no reply from him, so I forced myself to remember the previous night's events. And that's when it hit me.

Suddenly, I was in a state of panic. I immediately stood up and went in circles. Is that the reason? Fuck! What should I do in this situation? What happened last night was just a mistake! Hell, it wasn't even my fault! So, this is what I get for doing the right thing? In fact, he should even thank me!

I stopped, sighed deeply, and said, "Tangina mo lang talaga, Chris..."

To be continued...