Dear Belladonna,
The cell is cold. The food is cold. The air is cold. I am cold. Maybe it's that cold heart of his, ours, mine, that makes it so. Or maybe, just maybe, life is cold without you.
-Hael
BINABASA MO ANG
Dear Belladonna
Short StoryDear Belladonna, I don't know why it happened then. I don't know why it is still happening now. It is as if I am reliving the final moment, again and again, locked away here. -Hael
