MY THROAT WAS AS DRY AS SANDPAPER. I glanced up into Acherous’ eyes and pictured my fingers sliding through my hair. Who wouldn’t get anxious if someone has commented what was my status with my best friend? It seemed like an alarm jarring me out of my sanity.
“Don’t ask that silly question, Maricris. We’re just only friends, all right?” Acherous excused when he felt the disturbing crisis in my eyes.
“But… you looked great together, big bro. Besides, when Mom brought me in Washington, I saw a lot of couples—both men. And—”
“Uhm… Maricris,” I butted in and sat silently on the carpet next to her. I could feel my heartbeat; every single pound in my chest that shortly before was kept its rhythm at steady pace. But now, it’s like a drum creating a strong cluster of beats as chaos—that my c
