Hiraya
I could feel my anger simmer inside my chest. I don’t know if I should be mad at them for patronizing me even if I’m wrong or hate my old self for enjoying that privilege too much. It was unfair but it was convenient for me when I committed a mistake but I didn't get punished for it. I don't even have to apologize because the people around me said it's fine. I was never responsible for my own actions.
I am a haliya. I could never go wrong. I am protected by heaven.
“Haliya, please don’t defend me. I’m fine.” And Bughaw gave me a happy smile. “As long as you are not hurt, I’m okay.”
I wanted to caress Bughaw’s face to comfort him. How many times had he been hurt for his misplaced loyalty to me and to the Sinag Tribe?
He deserved better. With all the ill treatment he received
