Bound by His Promise
Parang fireflies na may isip, may direksyon… may intensyon.
“Lucas—”
My voice cracked.
“I see it.”
He stepped slightly in front of me, one arm out, protective, instinctive. “Stay close.”
Pero hindi ko kayang tumalikod.
Hindi ko kayang hindi tingnan.
Because the lights… were singing.
A soft, glitching hum—
parang lullaby na hindi pa marunong maging kanta.
And then—
The gold strands halted mid-air.
All of them.
Suspended.