Stacey Suarez
IT WAS ALREADY dark outside as I am sitting near the window of a small room. Yari sa kahoy ang maliit na kubo, bukas ang bintana at nakaayos na ang kulambo bago ako pumasok dito. But I don’t feel like sleepy so here I am. Tanging lampara ang siyang nagbibigay liwanag sa notepad ko kung saan ako gumuguhit.
I can hear the sounds of different animals outside. Nilipat ko ang pahina sa pinakadulo at tumambad sa akin ang mukha ni Eric na ginuhit ko ng patago kanina lang. He is not even smiling here, his dark and intense aura is visible. Marahan kong hinaplos ang mukha nitong ginuhit ko hanggang sa napagdesisyunan kong lumabas para magpaantok.
I opened the door and I was surprised to see Eric sitting just outside my room. There is a fire in front of him, sinuot ko ang jacket ko d
