Hindi ako nakagalaw o kahit ang mapakisap man lang ng mata. Natulala lamang ako sa namumungay nitong mga mata, sa mga labi niyang namumula at ngayo’y mamasa-masa na.
“That’s why I told you to stop acting nice to me now. Because I’m not what you think I am. I’m not a good person. I am not like you or everybody else. I kill people, I hurt people. That’s who I am, Hyacinth.”
The rough texture of his palm on my cheek felt like burning me. The heat from his thumb caressing my lower lip loosened my grip on his chest. He didn’t keep his distance from me. Konti na lang, isang maling galaw ko lang, maaaring maglapat muli ang aming mga labi.
“Then what are you doing? Why are you doing this?” mahina kong pagsasalita.
Nilipat niya ang tingin mula sa aking mga labi papunta sa aking mata. I quickl
