Fractured Trust (Yanna’s POV)
“Nakakapagod na, Brian… bakit mo naman ginagawa ‘to sa akin?” I yelled, my voice trembling, my hands baling gripping the edges of the café table. He was just sitting there, arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes cold, piercing, like they had no room for the person I used to know. Brian’s laugh was bitter, sarcastic, full of disdain. “Gusto mo bang marinig ang katotohanan, Yanna? O gusto mo pa ring maniwala sa mga kathang-isip mo?” His voice cut through me like a knife, and I felt my chest tighten painfully. “B-bakit ganito ka na ngayon? Nasaan na yung dating ikaw, Brian? Yung kaibigan ko noon, yung… yung taong pinaniwala ko?” My voice cracked, frustration spilling over. I stood, pacing slightly, trying to keep my composure but failing miserably. “Hindi ko maintindihan. Sobra k
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