The rain finally stopped the next morning.
Hindi agad-agad sumikat ang araw—medyo makulimlim pa rin, pero at least hindi na binabaha ang kalsada. The streets were damp, the air still heavy with last night’s storm, but there was a strange sort of calm that blanketed everything. Peaceful. Clean. Parang pinunasan ang mundo.
We decided to go to the grocery.
Not because we were out of food—we had enough pancit canton and instant coffee to last the apocalypse—but because we just wanted to step out of the house, breathe real air, and pretend to be adults for a few hours.
“Wait, are we actually writing a list or are we just gonna play it by ear?” I asked while tying my shoelaces.
Andrè, who was already by the door wearing joggers and a hoodie, glanced at me and smirked. “We both know lists do
