~(KIER JOYVE SANDOVAL POV)
It still looked the same. Even the little things in the house were bringing back the memories.
Every corner of the house was reminding me of her.
I stopped in front of the door of my room. Everyday... pagkagising ko, bago umalis at kahit sa pagdating, tumatayo ako doon, nandoon ako sa harap no'n habang nagtatalo ang isip ko kung kakatok ako, kung bubuksan ko ba just to ask... just to see if she was okay. Kung pwede ko na ba siyang yakapin ulit.
I was afraid. She showed me that the door was closed, that I couldn't enter anymore. Minsan, naririnig ko siyang umiiyak. Siguro naalala niya kung paano ko siya nasaktan.
Muli kong nakita ang mga bituwin sa ceiling. Maliwanag sila at marami pa rin sila. She told me they made her feel better, gusto ko hindi niya kailan
