Hour Three
In a blur of tears, I noticed someone twisting on the knob on my bedroom door. I sniffled, wiped away the marks of a breakdown on my face, and stood up to unlock it.
There he was, a disheveled - albeit still cute - Justin. One hand still on the knob, his other holding a bouquet of faded, almost dying flowers. The way I like them.
He breathed out before talking. "Shit. Anlala pala..."
He forced a side smile, and pulled me in by the waist for a tight hug.
"I'm sorry... Okay lang kahit 'di na natin ituloy 'yung deal. Basta dito lang muna ako hanggang kumalma ka..."
Usually, skin to skin contact freaked me out. But this feeling was odd, to say the least.
His warmth made me sink my head in his chest deeply, and my hands wrapped around his waist tightly at 2 in the afternoon.
