Xena's POV
Tahimik. Nakakabinging tahimik.
Ni hindi ko marinig ‘yung tik-tak ng orasan sa dingding, kasi mas malakas ‘yung kaba sa dibdib ko.
Kyle was still staring at me—steady, unreadable, but burning underneath.
Hindi ako makagalaw. Hindi rin siya.
Parang pareho kaming nakulong sa pagitan ng tanong na hindi namin alam kung dapat bang sagutin o iwasan.
“What are you talking about?” halos pabulong kong sabi, kahit alam kong alam ko naman.
He leaned back, crossing his arms, ‘yung tipong trying hard na magmukhang kalmado pero obvious na hindi. “You write well,” sabi niya, mababa at may halong something na hindi ko ma-name. “Too well. Especially when you’re describing… certain things.”
Tumigil ang mundo ko.
“Certain things?”
“Feelings,” he continued, pero ‘yung mga mata niya hindi
