Chapter 33
At Both Ends of Different Emotions
SHE had traces of dried paint on her face already. Mayroon rin siya sa ibang parte ng exposed niyang balat—sa braso, sa kamay. But Princess cared no less. She didn’t even care if she looked really messed up now or if she had stained her clothes already. Patuloy lang siya sa walang direksyon at walang patutunguhang pagpapahid ng pintura sa canvass. Kung anong kalalabasan ng walang kwentang ipinipinta, wala siyang pakialam. Ang gusto niya lang ay laruin ang mga kulay at may pagkalibangan.
She wanted her mind to fly. She wanted her body to be exhausted. She had a terrible dream. It was a weird and recurring dream. Everything was black and hazy in that dream. Then, there was a blinding light. An image of a happy birthday party. Then, a swir
