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IT WAS a quiet afternoon when Isaiah just barged inside my room with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand. I was startled, mabilis kong itinakip sa buo kong katawan ang itim na kumot dahil isang manipis na tela lang ang suot ko.
I creased my forehead. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He sighed. Dire-diretso ang ginawa nitong paghakbang papunta sa kama ko kung nasaan ako naka-higa. I frantically avoided his gaze.
"Alam kong galit na galit ka sa akin, Michaella. But, I'm here to say sorry. Sorry for everything I did in the past. I want you to know that...I'm really sorry, I really do."
"Sorry?" Mapait akong napa-ngiti. "Alam mo, hindi na 'nun maibabalik pa ang dati kong buhay."
"I know baby...please. I know what I did to you was really...baby---"
He agitatedly wiped the tears
