PSALM'S POV
My Kuya sent me off to a cab... and actually it was just a quick ride. Maybe because there's no traffic.
Mark told me to text him when I get to the entrance because their subdivision doesn't allow "strangers" inside.
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To: Soul Sister
I'm near the entrance.
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From: Soul Sister
Alright, I'll be there
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Wait, I thought he's sick?! Why is he going out this late?
I could just go to the guard and tell them that I'm a visitor.
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To: Soul Sister
No, just wait for me at your gate.
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He didn't reply...
And he's already at the guardhouse.
What the hell?! Why is he so fast?!
I told the driver to stop near the guardhouse and Mark just quickly went in on the front seat and told the driver to go somewhere... he didn't even say "hi" to me!
Psalm: Uhh—hi?
Mark: Hi...
Well that was awkward.
Psalm: I thought you were sick?
Mark: I am sick.
He dragged my hand on his forehead and it was hot.
Psalm: I think we should go back... you need rest.
Mark: No.
Psalm: But you're hot.
Mark: I know.
Psalm: So? You should take a rest!
Mark turned around and looked at me.
Mark: But I miss you...
I AM FLUSTTERED!!!
EVEN THE DRIVER IS FLUSTTERED!!!
The driver laughed.
Psalm: Uhh—
I'm speechless...
Mark: Hey...
Psalm: Yeah?
Mark: *smirk*
Psalm: What?!
Mark: Wala lang...
What's wrong with him? He always keeps me hanging!
It's super awkward.
Psalm: Where are you taking me?
Mark: Basta...
He closed his eyes and took a nap.
I don't understand what's going on! Why am I being dragged anywhere!
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