I watch in silence as I walk the doors, the oldness of the place. I count my heartbeat. I count the step I take to arrive outside the building.
“Walk faster.” He commanded as he walks with power towards the far right side where they keep the horses to go to the camp because it was a kilometre away from the building. Malapit na kami sa gubat.
I tried catching up to him but he’s so fast. In the end, I ended up running.
“Franco-“ I inhaled and just barely reach him already mounted up to his horse when I felt my knees wanting to end up to the ground to rest.
I saw the other horse that I used to ride when we went to the camp. She is a black horse and I secretly named it Vi, the first syllable of my name. Franco never mentioned it but I know he ordered his soldiers that Vi will not ride
