Jaxon’s eyes bore into mine. Matalim iyon at animo ay nanunuot sa balat ang galit. For that fleeting moment, I thought I didn’t know him anymore. He’s not the Jaxon I know. Ang galit niya ang siyang tila naghihiwalay sa amin. Kung bakit at sa paanong paraan, hindi ko mawari. Nagmamakaawa akong muling umiling ngunit sa isang pikit-mata ay mariin niyang itinusok kay Fatima ang kutsilyo. She screamed the noise I never heard before. It was both ear and heart-piercing. Blood spluttered. Drops touched his chin. He looked like a rogue. And never did once his eyes leave mine.
Watching him kill someone is my punishment for giving him this kind of anger. And perhaps, pain. The loathing that kills. The sight made me feel numb. The knife and pain on my stomach are becoming nothing. I grasped my woun
