I could still remember how my hands were cold and shaking as we travelled back to the mansion. I could still remember how Hendrix’s huge hands cannot even warm them. I could also remember how in the span of more than an hour of drive going back, no one dared to spoke inside the car. And I could still remember how I was only praying that we’re not too late yet, that our assumptions are just wrong, that the explosions didn’t come from the mansion, that everything inside our minds is just not true.
But standing in front of a sea of corpses now with the mansion being devoured by the massive cloud of fire, the thinnest thread of faith I’ve been holding to finally snapped. The dancing flames around the mansion glistened across our eyes. Ang apoy na pumapaligid sa amin at nagpapailaw sa buon
