HANNA APRIL VILLASIS
"I'm sorry, Hanna."
I don’t even know what he’s apologizing for. I don’t even know if he knows what he’s apologizing for. But we both know my tears have everything to do with him, so he’s more than likely just apologizing for that simple reason alone. Because he knows he’s incapable of giving me what I want.
He stops making me look at him. Instead, he leans forward and pulls me to his chest. I rest my ear against his heart, na ngayon ay sobrang lakas ng pintig, pero hindi ko alam kung bakit. And he rests his chin on top of my head.
“Hanna. Babe. Do you think we should stop?” mahina niyang tanong na lalong nagpasikip sa dibdib ko. But his voice is fearful, like he’s hoping my answer is no, yet he feels compelled to ask me anyway.
“No,” bulong ko pabalik. Hindi ko k
