I waited until the plane already flew. I was sitting on the bench while I watched them fly away.
I breathed deeply.
Alfred was beside me. Killing his own time. "Ah... so this is how people in the Philippines become so sentimental, huh?" He smirked.
"Why? Haven't you left someone in a far country before?" I asked.
He shrugged at the question and rested his back against the wall that stood. "Nope. Never. I was always the one who's left behind. And I don't have anything to do with it if they don't come back. I know for certain that people may come and go. They were never destined to stay. They don't have a choice but to always leave..." he suddenly said in his low voice.
Those words came as a bullet to me. I didn't know what to say. A moment of silence came.
"Hmm... that's it?" I asked,
