Kabanata 26
Samantha’s POV “Paano Kung ‘Yung Akala Mong Nalimot Mo Na… Biglang Bumalik Sa Paraang Matagal Mong Hinintay Noon?” After the painting, I thought that was it. A one-time gesture. A quiet closure. A silent apology wrapped in color. But then the small things began to appear. My favorite coffee delivered to my office — just how I take it, no sugar, extra shot. A playlist shared anonymously, full of songs only someone who’s memorized my late-night habits would know. And yesterday, a book I once mentioned I couldn’t find — sitting quietly on my doorstep, wrapped in brown paper, no note, but marked with the same sketch from his old notebook. He wasn’t saying anything. But he was speaking. Loudly, in silence. At first, I didn’t know what to do with it. I told myself I was fine. I told
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