Carlos forgot the possibility that Angelo could still be in Surigao. But because of
the overwhelming hatred he felt towards his best friend and ex-lover, he failed to remember that Angelo might not be in their house.
It was as if heavens heard the plea of his heart; Carlos saw Angelo, who was about to enter the gate of their house. He is now wearing a plain black t-shirt, cargo shorts, and white sneakers—totally different from what he wore last night. The backpack he is carrying around his back looks full and heavy, but Angelo just hauls it like it is nothing.
“Angelo!” Carlos yelled, wanting to get Angelo’s attention.
Angelo stopped walking and looked back. His face remained stoic as he waited for Carlos to get close to him.
“Why did you do it?” Without any adieu, Carlos confronted
