Kabanata 23
The bitter truth about love is that it rarely travels alone; it almost always brings pain or hatred as its companion. In my case, it's a crushing weight of sorrow. While there is hatred, it isn't directed at the world, or even at Kydel—it's reserved entirely for myself. I hate the words I let slip. I hate the cowardice that kept me from being honest, and the doubt that clouded my heart. Most of all, I hate that in my confusion, I became the source of Kydel's pain. "At least invited ka pa rin sa birthday ng kapatid niya," Yona remarked, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. I sat there, staring at my reflection in the dark liquid of my coffee. I ended up asking Yona for a favor to meet me because, honestly, I didn't know who else to call. I know Kenoz would have said yes in a heartbeat
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