"I’m sorry," magkatabi kami ngayon sa bar counter ng bahay ni Hunter. I offered him a drink as we sat here together and decided to talk, and those were the first words he uttered after a minute of silence.
"Huwag ka mag-sorry, you didn’t do anything bad to me." Hindi ko alam kung ngingiti baa ko o ano. Tulala lamang ako sa kawalan habang sinasabi iyon.
"I was eighteen when I left home," Bumaba ang tingin ko sa glass of juice na hawak ko nang magsimula siyang mag-kwento.
"My parents disowned me after bringing them nothing but headaches, I was kicked out of, school, I barely attend classes, and I spent too much money in an hour for fun. I was the dumbass, asshole, and black sheep of the family when I was a teenager. I am always the bad guy and the troublemaker. I was the opposite of Tremo
