NANGYARI na ang kinkatakutan ni Duke.
Louraine's leaving.
Fvck!
He quickly grabbed his scotch and gulped the last drop of it, feeling the liquid burning through his throat down to his chest. He needed that to push away the fear strangling him and the aching hole on his chest. Pero panandalian lang ang pagkawala ng sakit sa dibdib niya. That pain kept on resurfacing, hitting him on the head like a brick.
He clutched his hair, trying to figure out what to do. He could feel the lick of desperation on his skin, in his blood. Napupuno ng takot at pangamba ang dibdib niya sa tuwing naaalala niya ang blankong mata ni Louraine, at ang malamig nitong boses kanina. Much less breathe thinking about her naked fingers. It doesn't need a rocket scientist to figure it out why. Louraine wanted out of
