It was our last week in Palawan.
Thankfully, all the work was done the week before. No more deadlines, no pressure, no late-night laptop marathons—just actual rest. It was the kind of peace I hadn’t realized I needed until I had it.
Since we finally had time to ourselves, we made the most of it. That morning, a few of us swam at the resort’s private beach. The water was so clear it looked almost unreal, like something you’d only see in travel vlogs. Aisha brought extra swimsuits and, after some convincing, I ended up wearing a strapy two-piece she insisted was “perfect for my body type.” I rolled my eyes at her dramatic flair but wore it anyway. Maybe it did look good. I didn’t hate it.
After swimming, I slipped away from the group for some quiet. I took a long walk along the shoreline,
