Thirteen: Want
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Gaia Rowen
“Thorn.” Rinig kong tawag ni Febie sa lalaking kaharap. “Just let her speak.”
Hindi ko na rin alam kung nakailang lata na ako ng beer pero hindi ko na iyon pinansin.
“A terrible incident smashed me, and I could not do anything about it. At the death of my parents, a huge dagger trampled in my life. It crushed down all of my hopes and dreams.” Bahagya akong huminto para pilitin ang sariling tumawa. “It’s depressing.”
“What’s going on?” Rinig kong sambit ni Thorn na nginisian ko lang.
“She’s a english-speaking machine,” sagot ng tumatawang kaibigan. “Kapag lasing.”
“I. . . I don’t know to what extent I will probably be able to tolerate the pain. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yes
