Ryder’s POV
The waves looked different that morning. Hindi na sila yung parang soundtrack ng peace na naramdaman ko these past days.
They sounded louder, heavier parang nagpapaalala na tapos na ang bubble namin ni Samantha.
She stood by the window, hair falling messily over her shoulders, eyes fixed on the horizon.
Hindi na siya yung relaxed, giggling woman who let me hold her all night. No this was the officer again, the protector, the fighter.
Back to reality.
I tightened my grip on my coffee mug, staring at her profile. God, she was beautiful. And dangerous dangerous because I knew I wasn’t ready to let her go back to that world.
“Time’s up,” she whispered, almost to herself.
“Don’t say it like that,” I muttered, leaning against the counter. “Parang wala na tayong choice.”
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