The Girl He Ruined
Isang lamesa, ilang makeup brushes na ako mismo ang naglinis at tinabi sa loob ng lumang pouch, isang notebook na may maruruming pahina pero bagong pahina rin para sa mga idea na gusto ko na ulit panindigan.
Sa unang linggo, wala pa akong lakas na magsimula. I would wake up and just stare at the ceiling, hoping something inside me would click. But it never did, at least hindi agad. It was more like a slow thawing, a slow return to myself.
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