Waves Of Costa Fuego
Hinagod niya ang likod ko, whispering soothing words, trying to ground me, to pull me back to the present.
But the panic was too much. The memories came crashing down like a violent storm—the desperate pleas, the helpless sobs of me and mother, the deafening sound of the gunshot, the rustling of the trees, the birds startled into flight, and the haunting face of that criminal in the picture.
It was as if the past had broken free from its chains, swallowing me whole. The fear, the pain, the helplessness—I felt it all over again, as if I had been thrown back to that very terrifying moment.
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