The Last Three Days – (Part V)

by Cosmic Panda

I have to admit, the kiss felt good.

I felt alive.

I felt validated.

The kiss made me feel like things were going to be okay.

He then wrapped his arms around me, and then I cried. Who would’ve thought I would be crying in the arms of a naked man in a jacuzzi at a gay sauna. It was like a scene from an upcoming Coco Martin film.

After a few minutes, he took me to one of the dark rooms, and there we had sex.

[Cue music]

“Cause when I’m with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes”

Paul was on my mind the whole time. Katy Perry describes the experience so well with her lyrics.

It felt like I was cheating. It felt like I was betraying my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

“I was disgusted with myself.”

After the thing, he didn’t leave right away. We cuddled and continued to talk about random things. He was genuinely interested and sincere, and I was comfortable talking to him.

We talked for, I dont know, maybe an hour. It would’ve gone on longer if he only didn’t have to go. And I said I had to go too.

He went out first and took a shower, and I asked to stay behind.

When he closed the door, I laid down for a few minutes contemplating on whether I should be guilty about what happened or not.

I was confused. I didn’t think it was going to be that complicated. Or maybe it was just me being such a drama queen and an overthinker.

I then went out and grabbed a cigarette from my locker and stayed at the smoking area where a bunch of older men were playing Mahjong.

I was amused at the scene there. I didnt understand what they were all saying, and I didn’t know how the game is played. But they all seemed to enjoy it.

After smoking, I went back to the locker area and there I saw Malik, waiting for me.

“I’m leaving.” He said.

I didn’t know what to say.

We looked at each other for a few seconds.

I wanted to ask for his email or his facebook or maybe twitter (if he had one), but I couldn’t. It didn’t seem right to do so.

“It was nice to meet you.”

And he kissed me goodbye.


I stood there, as I tried to take everything in.

Back at the hostel, I just watched another movie by myself at the lounge. I was able to sleep at around 4AM.

I woke up the next day and the first thing that came to my mind was…

“This is the last day.”

(to be continued…)