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GRAYSON

Tinapos ko lang ang isang linggong burol at libing ni Yuri para walang masabi sa akin ang pamilya ko. Sinubukan ko naman na pagluksaan ang kapatid ko, sadyanh hindi ko lang talaga maramdaman na kaluksa-luksa siya. Nasusuklam ako sa ginawa niya, her reason is not justifiable. Surrounded by the whispers of mourning, I couldn't muster an ounce of emotion. No sadness, no remorse. Just emptiness. Yuri's burial was done— swift, like a chapter closed in a book I never wanted to read.

Naroon ako, oo, pero hindi para makiramay kung'di para kamuhian siya kahit na bangkay na siya, and sooner ay madedecompose na tulad sa ginawa niya sa mama ko at kay Grace. Ni hindi ko matignan ang walang buhay niyang katawan.

She deserves it.

Buhay ang kinuha niya kaya buhay niya rin ang siningil ko. Killing my sister was just business, a harsh reality I had accepted. The numbness had become a loyal companion, shielding me from the ghosts of my past. The Fœdus affiliation demanded a certain indiffere