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Marj/Marjoured/ Glenda. Born on October 11, 1990. Certified Libra. A Fourth year student. Wannabe Atenean, Thomasian, Fighting Maroon, Lasallian. Loner. Misunderstood. Certified Bookworm. Likes all subjects except PHYSICS. Has a distant past. Frequents all the so-called "MASA" places. Has a short temper and one-track mind that goes well together. Word lover, number hater.The so-called "shock absorber" of the class. More?

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Part 5

I know, I’m almost there.

Those were my thoughts as I rifled through the pages of the diary. I do believe that we are progressing through our investigation. My dad’s operative called me up on my cell phone and told me the results:

Gun
-License expired at 4/3/2006

Swiss army knife
- Initials found at the blade base: F.A

Set of blades
-Same initials found

Kick pad and shin guards
-The name of the training center is found on the items.
-Called up training center and found out that the said items were missing since 4/1/2006.

Hand grenades
-Smuggled from an armory in Camp Crame 3/31/2006

I noted all of these findings on my notepad. After he hung up, I studied all that I found out. And it seemed to me that whoever it is must have carefully planned the crime.

I opened the diary to the very last page. I was shocked to find another entry.
It went on like this:

April 1, 2006

I am currently preparing the things I need. To make this plan work, I must be very careful.

I have no choice but this is the only thing I could think of.

To be with you again.

I can still remember how I first met you at school. The way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you smile, the way our eyes would meet, and I can remember it vividly.

I can still remember our first valentine’s day together, how you were amazed at my gifts delivered by the First Year students. I can still remember our first kiss, when I kissed you and you returned the favor. I can still remember out first “I Will Miss You” when vacation time started.

I can still remember how you hugged me when you told me you’d never commit suicide again. I wish I could hug you like that again…

Of course, the telephone conversations. I can vividly remember it. We talk for hours on the phone until midnight. We cover a lot of topics such as everyday school activities to being in love.

You never imagined how happy I am when you had become my lover…

But everything changed.

One rainy day, you broke up with me.

I can still remember how you held my hand then suddenly you pulled it away from me…

I can still hear myself asking you, what about us?

I can still hear those words you said to me,

“There can’t be an ‘us’…”

I fully absorbed the impact of those words.

“This is the end…my road ends here…yours is still going…don’t waste your time on me…go…your life would go on…leave me be…I…I will…I will miss you…”

Then you walked away.

I wish I just never saw you leave from me…

(Part 6 at a later release…)