“But I bleed more,” she whispered so weak. “And I am still bleeding whenever I reminisce about the day they told me ‘I trusted you.’ I trusted you. I trusted you…” Burigada repeated more than once, more than twice but each time has different gravity in her tone.
She lowered her head and clenches her fists. It’s barefaced, the bitter sadness that she tasted when those words rolled from her mouth.
Apoy is silent the whole time, listening intently to her.
She pointed her finger on her chest where her heart is located and said through her gritted teeth, “If you look deep within, you will see all the wounds with words written as that; I trusted you. And every day I feel those pain I started to get numb.”
“And the number of tears I shed just to clean them; they are starting to heal. And th
