"C'mon Tim!, ano ba dapat sabihin ko"
"Sorry!" galit na tungon nito
"at first place, never naging tayo at alam ko aware ka na nyn"
Pero naka tingin lng si Timothy sa kanya.
"tapos sasabihin mo, kasalanan ko?" inis na tungon nito
"But di ka makapagsalita?"
" Hoy!! Timothy!" saad nito
"Itigil na siguro natin to" ang mahinahon na sagot nito
Pero nanlaki naman yng mata ni Katniss. Bago napa upo.
"The f*ck men!" she cursed, her voice barely a whisper.
"Parang naging enosente ka sa part na yan, pero to be honest di bagay sayo," Timothy said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Naku Timothy, ang selfish mo talaga!" Katniss exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion.
"Iniisip mo lng yng sarili mo, kahit kaylan di talaga kita maintindihan. Nagagawa mo na nga yong gusto mo, naging kontrabida na nga ako sa kwento ng buhay mo, na tutuong mag sinungaling, kahit sarili ko hindi ko ma kilala narin, tapos ngayon pinag mumukha mo sa akin n—"
"Hindi naman kita pinilit diba?" Timothy interrupted, his voice cold and detached.
"What?" Katniss asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
"Trntdo ang pt*!, kahit ako nga nag tataka din but pumatol ako sa katulad mo. Tapos sasabihin mo di kita pinilit?" Katniss spat, her voice filled with anger and hurt.
"Dahil di talaga, kasi kusa natin yon ginawa, my pinilit bang tuwing uwian nang klase ginagawa natin yan imbes unahin yong NCP, naging habit na natin yon Timothy!" she continued, her voice rising in volume.
"In short naging part na yn ng ating lifestyle baka nakalimutan mo kng paano mo pinag aralan yong katawan ko for references ng retdem mo and let's add kng gaano ka ka demonyo sa kama," Katniss said, her voice dripping with venom.
"Galing mo din, sinisi talaga sa akin." Katniss said, her voice filled with despair.
Timothy turned his back on her, his silence speaking volumes.
"Na naman tayo, tatalikuran ako," Katniss said, her voice filled with resignation.
She stood up, picking up her scattered clothes from the floor.
"So malinaw na nga sa akin." Katniss said, her voice filled with finality.
She put on her clothes,
Timothy remained standing, his back to her, his gaze fixed on the distance.
After Katniss finished dressing, she put on her shoes and bag, then turned away from Timothy, her silence deafening.
"I hate you so f*ckng much Timothy," she muttered before closing the door behind her.
The silence in the room was deafening. Timothy stood there, his back still turned, the weight of Katniss's words hanging heavy in the air. He could feel the sting of her anger, the echo of her accusations. He knew she was right. He knew he had been selfish, self-absorbed, and oblivious to the pain he had caused.
He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. He had always been the one in control, the one who called the shots. He had never considered the possibility that Katniss might have feelings for him, that she might have been hurt by his actions.
He opened his eyes and turned slowly, his gaze meeting the empty space where Katniss had stood moments before. The room felt colder, emptier without her presence. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a wave of regret wash over him. He had been so focused on his own desires, his own ambitions, that he had completely ignored her.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. He knew he had to do something, to say something, to make things right. But what could he say? How could he possibly undo the damage he had done?
He walked over to the window, staring out at the city lights twinkling below. The city was a kaleidoscope of noise and chaos, a stark contrast to the silence that had settled over him. He felt a pang of loneliness, a realization that he had pushed away the only person who truly understood him.
He turned back to the room, his gaze falling on the empty space where Katniss had been sitting. He could still see the ghost of her presence, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. He felt a wave of longing, a desperate need to reach out, to apologize, to make things right.
But the words wouldn't come. He was frozen, paralyzed by his own guilt and uncertainty. He had hurt her, and he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know if he could fix it.
He slumped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. He had made a mess of things, and he had no one to blame but himself. He had been so focused on his own desires, his own ambitions, that he had completely ignored her.
He had been so blinded by his own ego that he had failed to see the pain he was causing her. He had been so selfish, so self-absorbed, that he had lost sight of what truly mattered.
He had lost her.
"Ohh! Katniss!"
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The Beat of Our Hearts
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