The breeze from the ocean was calm, but inside the beach house, tension was building like a storm.
Bella sat by the edge of the bed, knees curled to her chest, eyes fixed on the floor. Hindi siya umiiyak. Hindi siya nagsasalita. Pero sa loob niya? Gulo. Sigawan. Punitan ng pangarap at realidad.
Dominic paced the room like a caged animal. His jaw was clenched, his fists tight.
“You’ve barely said anything since kahapon,” he muttered, halting in front of her. “I need to know where your head is at, Bella.”
She didn’t look up. “I already told you.”
“Yeah. Na ayaw mo. Just like that.”
She flinched. “Don’t make it sound like I’m throwing this away.”
“Then ano ‘to? You act like this baby is a f*****g curse.”
Tumayo siya. Nakatingin sa kanya ng diretso, pero halatang pinipigilan ang sarili
