(Xena’s POV)
She thought ignoring him would make her forget.
Pero mas lalo lang siyang nalulunod sa presence niya.
Every day, same setup — si Kyle nakaupo sa study table, straight posture, naka-glasses minsan pag sinusuri ang notes. Xena on the other side, pretending to focus while secretly counting every subtle movement he makes.
Ang hirap magpanggap na wala lang, lalo na kapag bawat paghinga niya ay parang may bigat.
Kanina pa siya nakatitig sa graphing paper.
Algebraic functions, slopes, intercepts — pero ang utak niya, nasa “distance.”
Distance between points. Distance between hearts.
“Focus,” ulit ni Kyle habang nagsusulat sa board.
Pero this time, may bahid ng pagod ang boses niya. Hindi lang sa pagtuturo — kundi sa pagpipigil.
“Sir Kyle,” she teased lightly, trying to mask
