MY HEART STARTED to pick up a frantic rhythm, my breath was suddenly cut short, and my palms grew moist as I gawked at the man standing inside the room.
He was looking right at me and I felt the air flew out of my lungs. In a dark suit, shirt and a discarded tie, he looked wild, unshaven and bleary-eyed. His hair was messed up and he looked he hadn't been to bed since the last time I've seen him.
Katulad ko, gulat din siya na makita ako. But there was the unmistakable feral intensity in his eyes. My throat suddenly ran dry.
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked and tried to stave off the emotional pain of seeing him again.
It was weird, and I couldn't articulate it in words, but it felt strangely right that he's here, with me. Strange, because this shouldn't feel right. He shouldn't be
