Chapter 23
"He will talk to me." I tore a petal of the rose.
"He won't talk to me." I tore another petal.
"He'll talk to me." I tore another petal.
"He won't talk to me." Another red petal fell on the ground.
"He'll talk to me." I tore another petal.
My fingers froze when I was about to tear the last petal. I breathed and murmured, "He won't talk to me."
My hands fell lifelessly on my sides. Why did this bother me? And so what if he was avoiding me? I ASKED FOR THIS, RIGHT? right? right!? Answer me! RIGHT!?
"HAZY, Ineng anong ginawa mo?" Napatalon ako nang marinig ko ang boses ni Auntie Lyn sa aking likuran. Napairap ako.
"Relax, Auntie. Hindi ko pa sinunog tong flower shop mo."
Tsaka ako humagikgik. Pero nakakunot noo sa akin si Auntie nang huminto siya sa harap ko. Anong proble
