"A-Anong sinasabi mo, Rustov?" my voice rose in spite the painful lump in my throat. I was shocked, hurt and frustrated.
"You didn't call me back! You didn't reply to my texts! Tapos iyan pa ang sasabihin mo ngayon? What kind of a jerk are you, huh?" pinilit kong patatagin ang boses pero sa huli, gumaralgal din.
Hindi siya kumibo, madilim ang titig. My tears are flowing but he just stared at me ruthlessly, immobile and cold.
Gusto ko siyang sampalin at saktan pero masyado akong nanghihina. I was lost these past days. I'm hurt and tired. Siya ang unang taong inaasahan kong yayakap sa'kin sa gitna ng sakit, paanong siya mismo ay nagagawa akong saktan ng ganito?
"Call me whatever you want, Audrey. But this is the best for the both of us–"
"How can you say that it's the best for me when I
