Carrying the Beast Child
mahinang sambit ko, halos pabulong.
Saglit siyang natigilan. Nang dumapo ang tingin niya sa akin, halos hindi ako makahinga. Walang kahit anong awa o init sa mga mata niya. Ganoon pa rin siya—malamig, mapanakit, parang bawat galaw ko ay sagabal lang sa mundo niya.
He let out a laugh—dry, hollow, and cruel. There was no humor in it. Only revulsion. His eyes slid over the breakfast I’d prepared, then settled on me with the kind of glare that made you feel like rot beneath his shoes.
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