True story: HJPP (my fictional name henceforth) lost a dear good friend today. He did not die. She just turned him invisible, the way the US turned the Philippines invisible from their history.
Yet another true story: Daydreamy HJPP almost forgot to go down the right train station today. With a messed up head, she had the weirdest realization that trains were no different from elevators, except that they moved sideways and elevators upwards/downwards. Either supermachine squished people inside all together and had scary doors.
HJPP hated commuting. The train stations always smelled like urine and garlic breath, even when not much people were in it.
Upon arriving home, the rain fell. She was glad, though, that warm monggo soup was for dinner. HJPP raged when her sister said that F. Sionil Jose looked like Jabba the Hutt.
On the toilet seat, HJPP read KHJ1's hate mail on the smartphone. She didn't know what to feel or say. In response to the hate mail, she decided that the better thing to do is that they ignore each other for good.
"Let's...ignore (no interaction, don't even say hi) each other and keep playing invisible until we forget that we had ever met," HJPP said that night.
There was no response to that. The truth is that KHJ1 fell asleep while chocking up a message to reply with. Many hours after, at midnight, he accidentally pressed the "send" button while dreaming.
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