(Kyle’s POV)
Hindi ko alam kung ilang minuto na akong nakatulala.
The pink notebook was still open in front of me, parang isa siyang bagay na may sariling heartbeat — at bawat t***k, sabay sa t***k ko.
Ang tahimik ng gabi. Pero sa loob ko, parang may bagyong nagwawala.
My eyes drifted back to the last line I read:
> “He almost said her name. Almost touched her. Almost broke every rule he made.”
Almost.
The word echoed in my mind like a curse.
Almost — pero hindi.
Almost — pero natakot.
Almost — pero nasasaktan.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated.
"Put—"
Napasinghap ako, pinigil ang mura. I never curse. Not out loud. Pero ngayong gabi, parang wala nang natira sa ‘kin na disiplina.
Because Xena… she’s in every line. Every word.
At ang mas masakit — she’s the version o
