Xyla’s POV
“Xytee please, listen to me.” I said but she keeps closing her eyes and covers her ears with the pillow. I remove the blanket from her and the pillow.
“Listen to me Xytee.” She keeps covering her ears with her hands. I furrowed my brows.
“Xytee, you wouldn’t want me to get mad at you.” She still covered her ears.
“Xandra Cristine!” I yelled and she sits irritably.
“What Ate? Whatever you say I won’t and wouldn’t.” I heaved a sigh. Hindi ko siya mapipilit kung ayaw niya.
“Okay, let’s make it this way. Just don’t talk to your Ate Bel like you’re older than her. If you don’t want to see her, just avoid her. Xytee, I know that it isn’t easy to forgive. Bago ko mapatawad ang Ate Bel mo, I give her all the pain that I’m having. But remember this Xytee, if God can forgive, tayo pa kaya na tao lamang at nilikha niya? Forget and forgive Xytee.” She looked at me and pouted.
“I’m just concerned about you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I sit beside her.
“I wouldn’t. I’m tough right?” Niyakap niya nalang ako at niyakap ko siya pabalik.
“I would try to lessen my hatred to her Ate. I’ll just try.” I smiled half. At least she will try. Kumalas na kami sa yakap at tiningnan ko siya.
“Thanks for wearing that Ate.” She said and so I smiled.
“I would love to wear this.” Inalis ko yung big glasses ko’t pumunta sa closet. Binalik ko na yung contacts ko.
“Your closet isn’t that big.” She said and sat on the couch.
“It’s okay. I don’t even have lots of clothes here not like in the palace.”
“Ate, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Those boys… do you like one of them?” Tiningnan ko siya sa salamin at hinarap.
“I like them all.” I said and messed her hair.
“Call your butler and tell him to bring your clothes here for one week.” She nods and we both go out of my closet.
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A Feeling So Strange 2 ✔
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