When Rain Was Mine

I tried to back away, but I couldn't. All I could do was stare in awe as his face grew closer and closer to mine. Ang intensidad ng kanyang itim na mata ay nakakahilo, lagi ko siyang pinagmamasdan noon ngunit ngayon lang naging ganito kalapit. It was a dream..no..a nightmare.

And his lips-beautifully sculpted lips-were opening just a bit.

At the same time, I told myself not to show any signs of submission, hindi ko sakanya pinakita kung paano naaapula ang apoy ng galit na matagal kong binuo para hindi na ako mawasak. It was threatened to spill over the second his mouth captured mine by the tiniest of motions. Nanghina ako.

Hindi ako umalis para lang maging marupok ng ganito.

But when he cradled my face in his hands while his thumbs are caressing my awaiting lips, it felt like a butterfly's wing brushing against my protruding skin, yet I know that it is toxic as a serpent's venom. I can no longer stand by my resolve. It was wrong, all wrong, but somehow, I could not help it.