Clarriese Zyah's POV
I don't have the strength to bring myself up from the ground. I was just there, crying hard, having a hard time breathing. Every time I cry, I have difficulty breathing. I have been like this since I was a child. This is the reason why I am always in a happy mood wherever I am. But now? How could I do that? I am shattered into pieces. I couldn't stop my sobs. 
I tightened my grip at the edge of my dress. "Zy, calm down. Zy, you need to," I reminded myself. But myself was being stubborn. It didn't listen to my thoughts rather I found myself crying harder.
I heard Mara's voice from a distance, calling my name. I couldn't bring myself to respond as I couldn't control myself from crying.
"Miss Zyah? Is that you?"
She comes closer and bends down her knees, joining me on the ground. "Oh my, Miss Zyah? Why did you become like this? What happened to you? You are ruining your elegant dress on the sand. And why are you crying this hard?" she asked without pausing. She sounded worried about my situation. 
"Mara, it hurts a lot," I cried. I even couldn't distinguish my own voice. What I heard was a voice full of pain, a fragile tone. It was enough from my normal tone. I couldn't even recognize it, it seemed like it was from a different person.
"Miss Zyah," she mumbled and let me rest on her shoulder. "I don't know anything about your situation, what happened, why you are acting this way. But, you can cry it all out, Miss Zyah. At least, it won't suffocate you that much. Life really works this way. Tears are always part of it. It won't be life if you won't experience crying and pain."
"Mara, it's so heavy," I let out between my sobs. "What he just said was too much. I don't know if this is true. I couldn't believe it. Impossible. . . No."
"It's alright, Miss Zyah. Just let it out. Let your heart cry. It would be heavier if you'll just keep it inside." She paused and held my head to let me face her. "I hope after crying to this extent, or even how many days it will take you for tears to dry up, there will be a day I could see Miss Zyah who has a smile on her lips with her shining eyes again."
Hearing Mara's words, it just pushed me beyond my limit and became even more emotional. It made it difficult to sober up. Mara is so good to me even though we just met a few days ago. Innate kindness enclosed her personality. She has a golden heart.
After I calmed down in Mara's arms, I bid my goodbye to her. I still didn't forget to give her the key chain I personally made for her. I also left a word for her that we are gonna see each other again.
When I got on the bus, I sat on the back seat, near the window. While I was looking outside the window, I couldn't stop my tears. They are just rolling down on their own. I completely lost control of my own eyes. What a traitor tears! I couldn't care more about what other passengers would say if they saw me crying alone. All I know is that I am deeply hurt right now. 
My Dad. . . Dale. . . Why did it become like this? It hurts like hell. Maybe it is the first heartbreak I experienced. But it comes in twofold. The pain was doubled. It involves both of the men I love. 
While I was on my way, I tried to contact my mother but I couldn't reach her. I saw her message that she is away for a business trip. A surge of pain devoured my heart. I really need you right now but I don't know where you are. I badly wanted to hear the truth but I couldn't reach you. 
I am not used to getting hurt emotionally. I grew up in a happy family. I smiled all day with my friends. I convinced myself that I need to be happy and just smile to get through life but I was wrong. Just now, I realized how timid and weak I am. I couldn't even withdraw myself from sobbing. I now understand how painful it was when you are used of being happy and something like this would happen. I could barely withstand the pain it caused. My fragile heart couldn't bare it. 
I found myself on a messaging page of me and Dale. My hands were shaking while holding my phone. I want to compose a message for him but for what? He left just like that, furious. He must be cursing at me right now because of what happened between our fathers. It's no use. And I felt so guilty about it. I shut down my phone and continue looking outside, embracing the pain. 
I don't know but my feet lead me to Ellaine's house. I was already at their gate before I could realize it. Since I am here, I pressed the doorbell. After a moment, I saw Ellaine come out from the door.
"Laine. . . " I called her, teary-eyed, with a shaky tone.
"OMG! Zyie, what happened to you?" she asked and hugged me. "Why are you such a mess, huh?"
"Laine. . . " I found myself sobbing again. I am too soft on my friend's embrace. Her warm hug made me cried even more.
Zyah, you crybaby!
Ellaine helped me with my suitcase and led me to her bedroom. I sat on her bed when we reached her room. She put my suitcase near her bed. 
"Dwight, come to my house, hurry!" Ellaine started on a phone call.
"Zyah is here! And guess what? She's messed up! Come here!" she said before she put down her phone. 
She joined me on the bed after she got a glass of water for me. Ellaine didn't ask anything while I couldn't get a hold of myself. She just let me lean on her and give me comforting pats on my back. I don't know how long we both stayed like that.
"What really happened to you, Zyie?" she asked sincerely.
"It was my dad. . . "
"Your dad, what?" she asked eagerly.
"It was my dad. . . " I repeated, "who killed Dale's father," I continued. 
"What?!" Her eyes went wide open and went pale. Just like me, she couldn't bring herself to believe what I just said. 
"OMG, Zyie!" Dwight hastily came in and joined the chat. "I heard it wrong, did I?"
Ellaine patted her on her arms. "Dwighty! You didn't!"
"But?" Dwight sat down on the bed too. "Your dad is such a nice man, Zy! And your mother never mentioned anything regarding that matter!" she stated. She couldn't control her tone.
"Are you crazy, Dwight?" Ellaine asked in a sarcastic manner. "Who would talk casually over that matter?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to believe," I replied, in a low tone. I am really confused right now. I really love my dad. I couldn't bring myself to believe Dale's word unless I heard it personally with my mom and dad.
"Just ask them to find the truth!" Dwight suggested.
Ellaine shook her head. "We did. We couldn't reach both of them."
"We are left with no choice but to wait to contact them," Dwight uttered in a melancholic tone.
"Mmm." Ellaine looked at me sadly. "Zy, what you are going through. . .it's heavy." She sighed. "You fixed him and taught him to let go of the hate but it turned out that it was your dad who killed his father."
"Did Dale break up with you?" Dwight asked. Worries can be traced both on her stares and voice.
I nodded. "Hmm. He did."
"That's great. It would be good if you and your lalaki won't see each other for now," she said next.
With that, she received another punch from Ellaine. "Dwight, can you hear what you are saying?! With those words, whoever can hear it might think Zyah is a mistress or what."
Dwight forced a smile and put a finger on her lips. "Sorry. Sorry. That's how she called Dale!"
These two. I am suffering here but they still know how to fool around.
"I agree with Dwight, Zy," Ellaine said. "Both of you need to calm down."
They both leaned closer and gave me a hug.
"We know that you have a fragile heart, you can cry with us, Zy," Ellaine said in a very comforting tone. 
"We are here. We will cry with you, our best girl," Dwight added. 
With that, I am crying again. Both of them didn't say a word. They were just giving me slow taps on my back and caressing my hair. 
Laine, Dwighty, thank you for being there for me. 
Dale Daniel's POV
I left my woman with a bleeding heart. Why does life need to be cruel like this? The other day I was in her embrace but now I am taking steps away from her. 
I love her but what about her dad? He was the one who ended my father's life! It's definitely him! I remembered every detail of his face when he came out from the car that crashed on us. My dad died on the spot that day. How am I supposed to face her daughter this time? 
I threw all the things that my hand could get when I reached my room. All things made in glass chop down on the floor. I saw blood on my foot. There was also a piece of broken glass on it, making it bleed more. There's blood palms too. But I don't mind that. I couldn't feel the physical pain. What hurt sizably was the pain inside my chest. 
I struck the wall with my clenched fist. Not once. Not twice. I hit the wall more than that. I couldn't even recollect how many times my hand landed on that wall. My blood was on the wall, flowing down. 
"D*amn! Why must it be your father, Zy?! Why?" I banged the wall once again.
A tear finally got out of my eyes. I rubbed my hand on my face even though there was blood on it. I leaned on the wall as I fell down on the floor. 
"Why?!" I asked repeatedly. "Why was that man your father?!" I hit the floor with my fist. The tears were still with me. "Why on earth are you his daughter?!"
I don't know what I precisely felt right now. I just want to blow up. I whimpered. I don't need to worry, I am alone. No one could catch sight of me in such a situation. I am a man but what can I do? I am hurt! My heart is aching!
"Ahh!" I punched my chest. "It hurts a lot!" I grumbled. 
"Dale! It's Ryle!" I heard his voice from the closed door.
How come he is here? He was calling from outside but I didn't mind him. I don't want to face anyone right now. No one.
"Dale! Manang Lydia called me! She said you aren't yourself!" He yelled again after he tapped the door, loudly. "Dale, what exactly is your problem?!" he shouted in an irritated manner when he didn't hear anything from me.
"Cuego, you—"
"Just leave me alone, Ryle!" I fought back, madly.
"Viegas, you're here." I heard him said. 
"Is he inside?" A question from Johhny's voice.
"Yeah. He don't want us to get in," Ryle replied.
"How 'bout the duplicate keys?"
"He brought it with him inside."
I heard again an annoying knock on the door. 
"Dale! If you do have a problem, what are friends for?" Johnny started calmly.
"I said leave me alone! You two can't understand it, huh?" I responded. I am still squatting on the floor. My hands were on my head trying to beat and calmed myself down from the frustration.
"You are being childish, Dale!" Johnny shouted. "Fine. Be alone there! Beat yourself up!"
"Viegas, wait!" I heard Ryle say. 
There's no more knocks on the door when their footsteps faded from my hearing. 
I tightened my grip on my hair. Good thing they left. They couldn't understand me, after all. And I don't want to bother them. It's my personal matter. They are out of it. I am hurting but I don't want to drag them with me. 
I know that I hurt Zyah but I am agonizing too. We are both bleeding, what's the point of holding on to each other? It will only exacerbate the bruises. Maybe, it's time for us to let go of each other's hand and part our ways. 
Tears run down again as this thought came across my head:
It hurts for me to let you go but it hurts more seeing you next to me, woman.