The kiss still lingered on my lips like the last note of a song—hanging, unfinished, but impossible to forget.
Watt hadn’t let go of me. His hands were still on my waist, and mine rested on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, mirroring mine. For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't awkward—it was sacred. A fragile moment suspended in time.
Then I felt him sigh. Mabigat. Parang buong mundo ang bumagsak sa balikat niya.
“I miss it,” he finally said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I miss the salt in the air, the cobbled streets, the morning bells of the monastery down the hill. Greece.”
I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were distant, lost in a memory I couldn’t reach.
“You really can’t go back?” I asked softly.
His jaw tightened. “Not until I
