Simpauco’s Residence.
Living room.
2:08 p.m.
“We’re good now?”
...
“Isla, sorry na.”
...
“Kuya! Tara na!”
“Wait!”
“Pumunta ka na ro’n.”
“I won’t make you angry again.”
“Azriel?”
“Bakit?”
...
“Isla?”
“Nevermind. Pumunta ka na kay Alej.”
“Rhythm...”
“Kuya start na!”
“Wait up, Alejandro!”
“Baho!”
“Punta na nga ro’n. Kukulitin ka lang ni Alej.”
“Fine,”
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putangina hindi ko na maintindihan
isla 🔒 @islasimp
bakit kahit wala, parang umaakto kang meron? should i assume? should i go with the flow, go opposite? should i believe your words?
isla 🔒 @islasimp
ang hirap hulaan kung saan ang totoo at hindi dito
BINABASA MO ANG
Hushed Lullabies
Acakthey met again. one who ignored a vow, one who kept his promise. will he be able to hush her independent heart with his sweet lullabies? Hushed Lullabies an epistolary by Kiy
