"A friend," he says, his voice is neutral.
I smirk bitterly; the answer falling short of reassurance. When I turn around to face him, a tear slips down my cheek. My stomach feels cold, even though his embrace is warm and steady.
"A-are you telling the truth?" My voice cracks slightly as I sniffle.
Bakit pakiramdam ko ay may tinatago siya na hindi niya kayang masabi saakin? I can't fully trust his answer. I need him to say more about that Sabina.
His eyes soften with empathy before gently wiping away the tear from my cheek, then pulls me closer. "Yes, baby. Sabina is just a friend. You don't need to worry about her,"
Then he leans in to press a tender kiss on my lips. The way he kisses me is soothing. It is gentle, which helps to calm the storm inside me.
When he pulls back slightly,
