DANIELLA P.O.V
"You're awake," I nearly leaped from the bed as his deep baritone voice echoed in the room.
I saw him at the veranda, sitting at his wheel chair looking at me straigtly. Lumamig ang kanyang mga mata.
"What did you do?" Malamig n'yang tanong.
"W-what do you mean?" Nagtatakang tanong ko sa kanya at sumandal sa headboard ng kama.
"I can't bear to witness the scars on your body, for they serve as a constant reminder that they are a consequence of my actions. And now, seeing you hurt once more, it pains me even more." Kalmadong sabi niya pero yung mata niya ay nababahiran ng sakit.
"My scars are not a reflection of you; they are the result of encounters with individuals who should not exist in this world. If you see my scars, know that they are a testament to the cruelty of
