On the thirty-first of December, we promised to see each other on their private property at exactly seven in the evening.
I planned to tell him about my condition first. Then, after that, my parents.
I was certain the operation would be in March. My savings might not cover everything, but at least they could ease my parents' burden.
Lying with him on a blanket beneath the open sky, surrounded by cogon grass blooms and tiny wild daisies swaying gently in the Negros breeze, felt far more magical than any fancy restaurant ever could.
After all the fits, after all the exhaustion... here we were, side by side.
We argued again—because that flirtatious Phenoe had gone to their Vista Führer estate in Bacolod. She claimed she knew someone there, but it somehow ended with her visiting their hou
