I hang back as Sinong goes on his way.
I look at where you sat beside me, just minutes before. Thank you, I say. I say your name too—Basilio, I whisper—and Sinong glances at me again. Perhaps he is wondering if I have finally lost all reason. I only shake my head at him, a bit more sternly now, which stops him from asking questions. I whisper your name again, but you do not answer back, because you do not need to, now that I have finally listened to you. I was chasing after ghosts, but I did not see them, because I did not need them. I needed only to heed you.
You were there all along, after all, watching in the depths of my heart. Waiting.
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Pangangaluluwa
ParanormalOutside the convento of Tiano, Basilio tells a young boy stories of ghosts that haunt their town; ghosts seeking solace, as well as redemption and revenge. He also speaks of his longing to see these ghosts, to find the answers to his own questions. ...
