"You should go home, Latina." My lips parted when I heard that from Ian. I removed his hand. I took his hand off my waist and turned to face him.
"Ayoko," sambit ko at sinabayan pa iyon ng pag-iling.
Bumuntong hininga ito at hinawakan ang pisngi ko. Pinunasan nito ang pisngi ko at naramdamang medyo basa pa ang parteng iyon dahil sa pag-iyak.
Madilim na at tapos na kaming kumain. Nandito lang kami sa balcony at tinatanaw ang malawak na plantation ng bulaklak.
He asked what happened a while ago. He asked why I was crying and why suddenly I was here. Of course, magtataka siya.
After I tried to break up with him, I'm suddenly here. I told him everything that happened. I couldn't help but wonder at myself because I opened up to him so easily. I don't usually tell anyone what I feel or wh
