Tristan
Hindi ko mapigilan ang mapangiti habang kasalukuyan nang naliligo nang mag-isa sa loob ng bathroom. For some reason, no matter how hard I tried to clear my damn mind, all I could think about was her.
Her beautiful face . . . her sweet voice.
“Blythe . . . Blythe . . . Blythe . . .” I whispered three times and let out a quiet laugh, saying her beautiful name to myself as though I wanted to know what it felt like rolling off my tongue.
God . . . even her name was beautiful. I had no idea what was happening to me now. Coming to this island was never supposed to be anything special. If anything, I thought it would just be another ordinary trip; a place to relax, spend time with my older brother, and get away from the noise back home. Never, not even once, did it cross my mind that
