Renz’s Point of View
“What is it that you did last night?” And I thought he left for his honeymoon.
“Diba dapat nakaalis ka na? And how did you get here?” I asked back. Get the hell out of here Red. I am trying to sleep here. And why you are at my house?
“I am supposed too, but then I again you didn't show up at breakfast and like I said last night or rather this morning that I will talk to you. Hiding in your comforter will not make me go away, Renz.” He opened the damn curtain and I groaned.
“You look like hell,” Red commented. He sat on my bed because nothing’s here but this bed.
“Thanks, mom,” I replied sarcastically. I feel like hell.
“Ano ang dahilan?” Red asked sincerely. How to start.
“I don't know where to start?” I responded. I sat beside him. Feet on the floor, legs wide
