Damon’s Mansion, Forbes Park – Three Days After the Shooting
The soft velvet box sat between us. Quiet. Heavy. Full of promises I wasn’t ready to touch.
Damon knelt in front of me — still in the same navy suit he wore when he flew back from Singapore, still with that rawness in his eyes na hindi ko na halos makita nung mga nakaraang linggo.
Walang grand setup. Walang violin, walang candles.
Just us.
Wrecked.
Breathing.
Alive.
“Marry me,” he said quietly.
I stared at him. Hindi ko alam kung anong mas malakas — ang t***k ng puso ko o ang takot na bigla kong naramdaman sa gitna ng katahimikan.
“I almost lost you, Skyra. Twice,” he continued, voice tight. “I can't—” he swallowed hard, “—I can’t do this anymore. Not without knowing you’re mine.”
I tried to speak, pero walang lumabas.
