My feet moved on their own. Hinanap ko siya. I didn’t know where exactly to go—hallway? Lounge? Basement? Roofdeck para sabay kaming tumalon?
But fate, a.k.a. plot twist, brought me straight to him. At his cubicle. Holding a f*****g box.
He’s really leaving.
With that stupid cardboard box filled with... what? A mug, maybe? A stapler? Pride? I wanted this. I asked for this. But now that it was here…
Shit.
“Hey,” he greeted, trying to smile like a tax accountant on a Monday. But I could see his eyes were swollen. “Thanks… for the talk.”
“Are you leaving?” My voice cracked like my soul.
He nodded. “Yeah. Nakausap ko na sila. Sabi nila they won’t give me a good recommendation since I barely finished a month.” Pilit pa rin ang ngiti. “But it doesn’t matter. Hindi ko naman balak mag-pract
