DARK GANG

Chapter 113: Confession

[CONFESSION]

LUNA'S P. O. V.

Deth and I had just finished eating. I had to feed him since he could barely move. Every slight movement brought a wince to his face. He wasn't complaining, but I could see the pain in every grimace.

Hobby niya talagang magpanggap.

"How are you?" he asked, breaking the silence that filled the room.

"I'm fine. Ikaw ang hindi," I replied, irritation creeping into my voice. Ito ba talaga ang gusto niyang itanong sa akin? Is that why he kept glancing at me kanina pa?

He let out a relieved sigh. "That's good."

I raised an eyebrow and pulled his blanket up to his body. "What's so good about your condition?"

"Are you worried about me?" he asked weakly, his voice strained, as if even speaking seemed to take a lot of energy from him.

"Isn't it obvious?" I responded calmly, sitting down on the chair beside his bed.

"Hmm..." he hummed.

"Galit ka ba sa'kin?"

His brow furrowed. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"About the neck-"

"Let's not talk about that. What's done is done. We need to move on," he interrupted, averting his gaze.

If he already moved on from what happened, does that mean ayos na kami? Or am I just being hopia again?

"We're okay, right?" My voice cracked. I pinched my thigh discreetly. Why did my voice have to crack, of all times?

He turned to me with a calm expression. "Of course... we're still friends."

I let out a soft laugh and nodded. "Yeah, right, friends."

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, a hint of concern was evident in his voice.

"H-huh?"

"You're crying." He reached out to wipe my face pero iniwas ko ito. I blinked twice, only then realizing tears were falling. I quickly wiped them away. "A-ah, napuwing lang."

"Are you in pain? Did the doctors-"

"If you don't want me to hit you, hindi mo na itutuloy 'yang itatanong mo," I threatened, my voice was firm.

"Luna," he called my name softly.

"What?" Matapang kong tanong.

"You're so strong. For real."

I shrugged. "That's just how I am."

"True. You wouldn't be Luna if you weren't strong," he said with a laugh, catching me off guard. He's laughing. It's as if all his worries have been lifted. As if he doesn't feel any pain in his body. As if he's genuinely happy.

I cleared my throat, and his smile faded. "So, what is it? Bakit mo ako tinawag?"

"Can you sing for me so-"

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "Ano ka? Sinuswerte?"

"So I can sleep?" he continued, completely ignoring my sarcasm. Slowly, I lowered my hands to my lap.

Natahimik ako. Hindi na ako muling kumanta. Not since Ate Rhaine passed away. Singing was something I'd stopped doing. Whenever I accidentally started, I'd end up crying. Ate Rhaine had a voice far better than mine. One time, she caught me singing in the bathroom and insisted I sing more. She said my voice was fine, it just needed practice, and from then on, whenever we were together, we'd sing together. She helped me improve my voice.