“Rozen, please…” halos pakiusap ko, pero lalong humigpit ang hawak niya sa kamay ko.
“Thisa, look at me,” he said firmly, his voice almost trembling. “If what I saw earlier is true—if it’s really you and Tres... then tell me now. Because if it’s not, I’ll fight. I’ll fight for you, no matter who it’s against.”
Natigilan ako. The way his eyes locked on mine, puno ng desperasyon, puno ng panalangin na sana hindi ko siya itulak palayo.
“Rozen…” Umiwas ako ng tingin, ramdam ang sakit sa dibdib. “Hindi mo alam kung gaano kahirap," gumaralgal ang boses ko bago muling tumingin sa kanya.
“Then tell me!” halos pasigaw niyang sabi, pero kita sa mukha niya na hindi galit, kundi sugatang-sugatan. I know he's having a hard time too. Pareho lang kaming naiipit sa sitwasyon na ayaw namin. “Tell me wh
