(POV: Kyle)
There’s something about her that drives me insane.
And I hate that I’m starting to notice it more than I should.
Xena Voltaire. Heiress to a hotel empire. Spoiled. Stubborn. Infuriating.
Pero ngayong gabi, habang nasa mesa pa rin ako, naiwan sa gilid ang ilang papel at libro, may isa akong bagay na hindi ko matanggal sa isip ko: ‘yong notebook na halos isakripisyo niya ang kaluluwa niya para lang hindi ko mabuksan.
Nakita ko na yung first page nun the last time na malaglag niya ito at bumagsak na naka open ang first page. And the line that she wrote in it is still lingering in my seemingly photographic memory:
“The strict tutor who doesn’t know he’s already the villain and the hero of my story.”
Another line I read is her equation equals destiny in heart doodles.
Na
