The news lingered heavily in the air but none spoke about it. I woke up early because I was going back to school directly from Batangas. I didn't meet with my parents for breakfast but I was told we would be meeting with the Silveros right after school. And that made my distress terrible.
I was flying when I got to my class Monday morning. It wasn't cloud nine. More like a walk to my grave, wherein rather than a car carrying my coffin, it was everyone's eyes sending me to my last destination.
Nothing really registered on me. Until lunch break came and no one said a single word for me. I stayed in my seat for a while before I understood what was happening: none of my friends were looming around me.
There was a fang of pain. It felt like a heart attack. They were the last to leave the r
