“Come on, let’s go back.” The Babaylan told Peter after finding him sitting on the bamboo bridge by the river alone. He was looking blankly at his reflection in the clear water while fishes swim freely below and moving in one circular motion.
He didn’t answer nor look at the old who was standing just next to him, waiting for him to respond to his invite, but a few seconds had passed and he got nothing from him. It seemed those swimming fishes were trying to hypnotize him. Trying to make him jump into the water.
“Peter?” Babaylan called to him. He made two calls bur it seemed he doesn’t hear him calling his name. He pats his shoulder, and he felt a force pulled him back into his senses.
He turned his head to see who did it, and there he saw the old man. The Babaylan saw his eyes, saw an
