Before You Let Go
They were too busy laughing under their breath, heads bent close together.
“Grabe, ang emo naman.”
“Siya ba gumawa niyan?”
“Wait, zoom mo.”
My chest tightened.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
They turned.
Bea, one of the girls from my English class, quickly lowered her phone. “Wala.”
“Then show me.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
I held out my hand. “Show me.”
Mika came up beside me, voice low. “Lyra, chill.”