"Why didn't you tell me about your condition? That your time is almost up?” Tristan Choi asked his girlfriend Emelyn Chang. The woman is sitting in a wheelchair, looking so pale while trees in different shades of brown surround them. Its leaves were falling. Just like the life of the woman whose life was in its last stages.
Emelyn coughed. Black circles around her eyes were so visible. Cancer was slowly destroying her body and her days were numbered. “I don’t want you to get hurt when you learn about my situation. I don’t want you to see me suffering like this.”
Tristan clenched his palm. “You already killed me when I thought you left me with Harvey. Do you know how painful it is to be left behind without you saying goodbye? Do you know how much it hurt to be filled up with lies? Of how much I was hating you when I should have been by your side fighting with you?”
Cheska couldn’t stop crying while eating her ice cream. She didn’t take her eyes off the Smart TV that was broadcasting video streams of Tagalized Koreanovela. She had been watching TV for two hours now and her heart felt like it has been battered for ages. But she didn't care. This was the only time she could feel something.
“You’re lucky you could still be with her. You still had the chance to know days are numbered before she disappeared from this world. Unlike me. I didn’t even get to see Doc Darryl. I couldn't even say goodbye to him. I didn't even get to say that I loved him,” she sobbed but ended up crying in the end.
The main characters in the drama hugged and promised to spend the rest of their lives with each other. Cheska laid down on the bed and continued to cry. She doesn't care if the heroine dies eventually and the male hero follows her. Because her heart was still mourning for the love that was broken before it was even given the chance to bloom. There was no such thing as ‘forever’, but it was more painful with the ‘never’, because she and Doc Darryl weren’t able to meet nor be together even for a short time. And it was unfair.
She stopped crying when the door to her room suddenly opened. "I knew you’d be here drowning yourself in tears and a gallon of ice cream.”
She turned around and was a bit surprised to see her friend Mikha still in her sexy strappy dress and three-inches gladiator shoes, holding a sequined clutch bag. She looked like a lethal warrior princess. "What are you doing here?"
"Because I feel like you’ll be here locking yourself up again.”
"Weren’t you on a date with June in Tagaytay?” she asked and got up.
She and her friend were living in different apartments now. Cheska was now living at the apartment that was owned by Mikha’s boyfriend in Quezon City. It was close to the outsourcing company where she works as an accountant. While Mikha herself was living in an apartment in BGC Taguig where she practice as an online psychologist. They have come a long way in life but Mikha was still like a fairy godmother to Cheska who was always there for her whether she needed rescuing or not. They have a key to each other’s apartments and could anytime to their houses whenever they feel like it. 
Cheska didn’t even notice her friend entering her place.
Mikha sat at the edge of her bed and took off her shoes. “Well, June and I can still go out in another day. That restaurant will not go anywhere. But you, you only go on a date once in a blue moon and it still fails.”
“How’s that a failure? I showed up at the coffee shop, didn’t I?” she answered, wiping her tears away.
"You did show up but if your date was a success, you wouldn’t be here crying your heart out watching a telenovel while eating chocolate cakes,” Mikha said as she tried to take the bowl of cake from Cheska’s hands. "Let me have that."
Cheska hugged the bowl even more. “Don't be such a nuisance, Mikha. Can't I go home just because it's the last night of the Koreanovela that I'm watching? ”
"Tell me the truth. What happened on your date?” her friend asked and stared at her as if penetrating her soul. Her friend knew her too well. She couldn’t hide anything from Mikha. “Did you hide him or did you pretend your stomach hurt? Or did you look for signs if your date’s type was also a man just so you have a reason to dislike him?”