I frowned when I heard a sob and a sniff. Bumaba ang tingin ko kay Marga na nakasandal ang ulo sa aking dibdib. It was already midnight. We were both lying on my bed but hadn’t got to sleep. Although I was sleepy, I kept myself awake to answer Marga’s questions about what had happened to me for the past years that we were apart and for the two weeks that we didn’t get to communicate.
Marga’s right hand clung to my shirt in between her sobs. I noticed how she tightened her grip that her fingers got paled. Hinawakan ko ang kamay niya na nasa aking t-shirt at tinanggal iyon doon. I brought it to my lips and showered small kisses on her fingers.
She looked up at me ngunit nakahiga pa rin siya sa aking dibdib. My other hand caressed her hair, thinking that it would calm her down. Gumalaw siya
