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Prologue.
It was the 16th of June and everyone is celebrating for his birthday. Massive parties, extravagant gifts and an endless speech of gratitude from the birthday celebrant, Stell. But as soon as the music died down and the lights turned off, after the guests have flocked outside and bid their goodbye, holding the last birthday present he received from a visitor he's not even sure of the name, he was once again alone.
With a huff, he collapsed onto the soft mattress he bought for himself and stared at the ceiling for a bit more.
"Ang lungkot." Those were the first words that came to mind.
And so with all the willpower he gathered, he tried to get up and open the box he's holding. A thick and rugged notebook filled his eyes and an unfamiliar feeling has crept in his veins as he touched its cover. Amidst the random scribbles and stickers he saw as he flipped through the pages, only one thing has caught his attention.
It was a polaroid photo. Too old and flimsy if you may ask. But still it made him tear up and even more so gave him the courage to read every letter written by Paulo.