#ruscente

Rusca: mmmm! Masarap naman pala kapag dinagdagan pa ng asukal,

Vicente: *curious* ano iyan?

Rusca: *smiles, offering a piece of ensaymada* tikman mo, dinagdagan ko ng asukal sa halo,

Vicente:*raises a brow, leaning in to bite onto the ensaymada but his gaze still watching Rusca's face*

Rusca: *frowns* bakit ba kailangan pang tumitig ng ganyan?

-we all know that Vicente has a wife and 10 kids, well acknowledging that they indeed get together, but what if, they ended up ending things before eventually getting to Rusca? And what if Rusca developed this desperation to keep people he knew just so close to him because he can't afford to lose the after losing Antonio and the others?

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Day by day... he could no longer recognize himself. What is he...? A man...? A lover...? A companion...? Or... just an imitation..? An imitation of a wife longly gone. The representation of lost perhaps?

All of this.. he questions as he looks in the mirror.

Long brown hair, white, powdered bleached skin, scarred forehead... frail figure, long stylish dress. His feet of pain, blisters and wraps. His skin, cheated on by powder and oil. His head pierced by pointy, gold pieces. His voice forcely small, forgetting the tone he once used.

"Corazon?" A firm voice cuts in

"Mh-?" The confused man looks back up from the ground.

"I was asking you, if you'd like these sandals?" He asks, smile already crept on his face. His brain slowly captures back the moment happening at the moment.

Oh.

Some.... pretty, white stripped wedge. He hesitates, but his supposed husband kneels down, offering the sandals to his injured feet.

He absentmindedly snuck his foot in. 1. 2.

"It fits you, fits you very well, cariño,"

Gazing back to the woman across, buying her own pairs..