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Before the war in Ruthie’s eyes—there was Joy.
Her first real friend.234Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7X32XzFU8s
Her first traitor.
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Joy had the loud laughter. Ruthie had the sharp mind.
And together, they felt invincible.
“Tayong dalawa lang sapat na,” Joy used to say.
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Especially pain.
Joy was the first person Ruthie ever told about her mother’s breakdown.
“Minsan… hindi na siya bumabangon. Minsan, umiiyak lang siya buong araw.”
“Ano ginagawa mo?”
“Nag-aaral. Tapos nilalagay ko earphones para hindi ko marinig.”
Joy didn’t mock her. Didn’t pity her. Just squeezed her hand.
“Okay lang, Ruthie. I’m your family, too.”
Ruthie believed her.
But believing comes with a price.
Especially when you forget people are built to run when things get too dark.
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That was when he came.
Mr. Ocampo.234Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhLfKfUeavA
Too charming. Too curious. Too close.
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He called Ruthie “brightest girl in class.”
But his hands always lingered on their backs too long.
At first, they joked about it.
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“Oo, pero baka friendly lang.”
Until one day, Ruthie caught Joy crying in the restroom.
Mascara streaked. Shirt wrinkled. Voice shaking.
“He… he kissed me. On the cheek. Pero hindi lang ’yon—parang…”
She couldn’t finish.
And Ruthie didn’t need her to.
“We have to tell someone.”
Joy’s head snapped up.
“No! Huwag. Please.”
“Joy, hindi p’wedeng palampasin—”
“Ruthie, hindi mo naiintindihan. My mom will kill me. I’ll get blamed.”
“Ako na lang. Ako magrereport.”
“Then don’t say my name. Please.”
Ruthie nodded.
But she already knew: truth didn’t work that way.
She went to the guidance office. Told the counselor what she saw.234Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9W8wtakcPa
What she knew.
She didn’t say Joy’s name.
She didn’t need to.
They already knew who he liked.
And so did he.
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Mr. Ocampo was “relocated.” Not fired.234Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtBwZPf3Gr
The school handled it “internally.”
And Ruthie?
She became radioactive.
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Notes that said: “Mapanira ka.”
And worst of all—Joy?
Joy avoided her.
No texts. No eye contact. No defense.
Nothing.
One afternoon, Ruthie finally cornered her by the old stairwell.
“Bakit?”
Joy didn’t answer.
“I did it for you.”
Still silence.
“You said we were family.”
“We’re not,” Joy finally said. “Hindi na.”
“Because I spoke up?”
“Because you ruined everything.”
Ruthie felt like something inside her cracked open.
“You’re mad at me for protecting you?”
“I’m mad at you for dragging me into your mess.”
“He assaulted you.”
“And I was trying to forget. But you made sure everyone remembered.”
That was the last time they spoke.
Joy transferred schools by the end of the year.
And Ruthie?
Ruthie learned two things:
Truth doesn’t protect you.
Even the people you love will choose silence when it’s safer.
Years later, when Ruthie walked the halls of this new school, she still saw Joy’s ghost in every smile that faded too fast.
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Stopped hoping.
Until now.
Until Jay.
But even that felt borrowed.
Because if Joy—her first friend—could let her drown…
How could anyone else not do the same?
That night, Ruthie sat alone in her room, rereading a crumpled old letter.
Joy’s handwriting.
"Sorry. I got scared. I wasn’t as brave as you."234Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOL58BNPMg7
"But you were right."
It had come two years too late.
And Ruthie never wrote back.
She folded it again.234Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡItEdDsRF8B
Slipped it into the box under her bed.
Whispered into the dark:
“Hindi ko kailangan ng sorry. Kailangan ko ng paninindigan.”
Somewhere outside, a dog barked. A motorcycle passed. The world moved on.
But inside Ruthie’s chest, the ache remained.
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Her first betrayal.
And the wound that never fully closed.
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and then Add to home screen.