Vittoria
Nagising ako sa kwarto ni Franco. At naramdaman ko ang sakit sa buong katawan ko na para akong pagod na pagod. I rise and sit at the side of the bed as I look at my feet dangling lifelessly.
Hindi ko alam kung saan galing muli ang mga luhang bigla nalang tumutulo sa aking mga mata. It seems like I have been crying in my sleep. Why?
And then all I could get was Franco’s worried and hurt expression in my memory while he is shouting something I could not remember. I never saw the raw hurt in his facial expression and when I try to remember why he is hurting, my memory seem to just blur and nothing else.
But then I feel an unfamiliar pain in my heart as his face flash in my memory. Bakit? Bakit ang kinamumuhian kong tao ay makakaramdam ako ng kalungkutan?
Hindi ko maintindihan an
