Quincess Stories

I talk too much. At least, that's what everyone says. Parang bagyo raw ang bibig ko-loud, dramatic, always overreacting. Maybe they're right. Because when everything inside my head gets too noisy, words are the only way I survive. But storms scare people. Most of them leave before the rain even starts. Except him. He listens. Hindi siya napapagod. Hindi siya natatakot sa ingay ko. And that's what confuses me the most. Because sometimes, when the world gets quiet between us, I feel like I hear something else. Something heavier. And I can't tell if he's calming my storm... -or hiding his own.