"Daze may problema ba tayo?" Ian asked while he was driving me to school. I gave him a smile before shaking my head.
"Alam kong meron." He said after letting go of a deep sigh. I smiled for the second time before shaking my head. "You're overthinking, Ian."
He stopped the car and when I looked outside, I saw the university façade. I've never been this delighted to go to school. I just wanted to go out of the car and be as far away from Ian as I could. I can't handle the acrid smell of my own pain. It was sulfurous and pungent.
"Overthinking? I am not! Kung wala tayong problema then why can't you say it?" He looks frustrated. I saw his hands gripping the steering wheel too tight that his knuckles quickly turned white.
"Say what?" I opted to stick with my ignorance. My heart started thun
