Yield
Elliot's Point of View
I shouted her name into the wreck and the sound scraped my lungs like gravel, yet even as pain climbed my ribs I kept moving because love is not a speech but a decision that repeats until your feet obey the promise you made.
Kahit nanginginig ang tuhod at nanlalabo ang paningin, pinilit kong tumayo at sumulong sa usok at alikabok sapagkat mas malakas ang takot kong mawala siya kaysa sa sakit na kumakagat sa balikat at likod.
The blast had turned the elite wing cafeteria into a hollow echo where tables became teeth and windows became knives, and for one sick second I thought the room had swallowed her whole.
Mabuti na lang at sa pagitan ng pira pirasong tray at gumuhong signage ay nasilayan ko ang isang anino na may buhat sa kanya, at doon ko nakilala ang
