PAIGE
Napatigil ako. Ang lakas ng t***k ng puso ko. It was just my name—spoken softly—but I knew exactly whose voice it was.
“I was here. Kanina pa…” may halong panunumbat ang boses niya, kaya dahan-dahan akong lumingon sa kaniya.
And there he was half-shadowed by the dim light spilling from the end of the corridor. He looked the same, maddeningly calm and unreadable, but his eyes burned with something sharp.
“W-why?” Hindi ko napigilang tanungin. “Kung gusto mo lang pala akong makausap, hindi mo na ‘ko kailangang i-prank!” Naiinis na dagdag ko.
Napaatras ako nang humakbang siya palapit sa ‘kin.
“Why?” ulit niya. “And for the record, I don’t do pranks, Paige.”
“Huwag kang lalapit,” banta ko sa kaniya.
“Then what? Sisigaw ka?” Hindi siya nagpatinag, patuloy lang siya sa paghakbang.
