SHATTERED MELODIES
I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor.
I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted.
I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here.
“Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor.
And then coming out of the revolving doors,
Damian Knight.
He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were
Sikat na Kabanata