Hour Fifteen
It took a while before I stopped crying.
As we went back into the room, I could feel my eyes getting puffier and the sticky mess my tears left on my face after it.
"Dito ka sa kama, kuhanin ko na lang 'yung comforter." His voice was even more serene and careful than it usually was.
Justin removed the comforter then fluffed the pillows and the sheets cleanly. I remained on his side, still catching my breath. I didn't and couldn't recover from the overflowing sadness I felt a while ago. In the few seconds he was gone, I suddenly felt as shallow as a tchotchke.
I walked over to him without thought. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I laid my cheek on his back.
He stiffened, but I held him tighter.
I didn't know why. I felt I needed to hold on to this one, not just now, but for a long time.
