Kabanata 28
Samantha’s POV “Minsan, Hindi Mo Kailangang Marinig Ang ‘Mahal Kita’ — Kundi Ang ‘Pinili Kita, Sa Wakas.’” I wasn’t expecting to see him again. Not this soon. Not today. But there he was — standing by the gate of my office building like he belonged there, holding something in his hands. A notebook. Old. Familiar. My sketchbook. The one I thought I lost years ago. He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if I’d walk past him or fall apart right in front of him. I stood there, heart loud in my chest. “What… is that?” I asked quietly. He stepped closer, lifting it. “I found it. In one of the old storage boxes from the garage. I thought you’d want it back.” I took it slowly, my fingers brushing his — and just like that, I felt the years collapse between us. The drawings inside weren’t j
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