Nine Minutes - LEGACY #9 (AWESOMELY COMPLETED)

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"Why do you have to wear these death traps?" diring diring sabi ni Trey habang nakasabit sa daliri niya iyong pula kong stiletto. Hinablot ko iyon mula sa kanya at muling ibinalik sa aking shoe rack.

"Why do you have to be such an ass?"

Ngumisi siya at mas lalong dumapa sa sahig. Ipinatong niya iyong baba niya sa kanyang palad at tinitigan lang ako habang nililinis ko ang aking shoe rack.

"Nagtatanong lang ako Yturralde. I don't see the comfort in wearing toothpicks," mayabang niyang sabi, masama ang titig sa sapatos ko.

"Kapag nga ganyan ang suot ni Aria ay ipinapapalit ko agad. Masyadong delikado para sa mga babae ang ganyan."

Nagkibit balikat ako. "Aria doesn't need that, she's tall," sagot ko sabay punas ng aking sapatos. "Isa pa, sometimes women need to wear these things because it makes them feel beautiful—"

"Says who?" he inquired. Trey pursed his lips and looked at me sincerely with those deep brown eyes that I really hate.

"Says.." natigilan ako dahil wala akong maisagot. God, wala akong masagot. I have always been able to answer any questions thrown at me before, except for now. Except this time.

"Says society right. Society dictates your standards for beauty. Society tells you what to wear and how to act, what to eat and what to say. Bullshit fuck," he said. I opened my mouth to speak but I am still at a loss for words. Trey pushed his body upwards and sat.

"You know what, the problem will people like you is you tend to put others before yourself. You listen to other people's opinion about you, follow them, until finally you become another person," mahaba niyang sabi. Kumuyom ang kamay ko bago ako napatayo. Kinuha ko ang walis sa gilid at umiling.

"You don't know me Fortalejo," sagot ko. Tiningnan lamang ni Trey ang pagwawalis ko.

"I know you. Among the granddaughters of Sandro Montreal, ikaw ang pinakamahal sa lahat hindi ba? Because you're perfect—"

"I'm.." natigilan ako sa biglaang pagtaas ng boses ko. Huminga ako ng malalim at muling umiling.

"Hindi ako perpekto Trey. Walang taong perpekto."

Tumayo na rin siya at humilig sa pader. His brown eyes look as if it will tear my soul and reveal the little girl I hid somewhere. Mabilis akong nag iwas ng tingin sa kanya para iwasan iyong titig niyang iyon.

He clicked his tongue before scratching the back of his head. "My father and I, we don't share anything in common except for our names. Matigas ang ulo ko, Yturralde," mayabang pa niyang sabi. Ngumisi siya at tinapik ng hintuturo niya ang sentido habang nakatitig sa akin.

"Well that's our difference. I never wanted my parents to be disappointed," anas ko. Lumawak ang ngisi niya bago siya dumiretsyo ng tayo. Lumapit siya sa bedside table ko at kinuha roon ang frame ng family picture namin.