Tahimik ang gabi sa Tagaytay, may kaunting ilaw lang mula sa terrace lanterns.
Dominic stepped out to the rooftop balcony, wine glass in hand, wearing only a thin cotton shirt and joggers.
He found her there—Bella, curled on one of the long lounges, barefoot, wearing one of his oversized hoodies. The same one he left on their bed earlier.
Her face was turned up toward the stars, her journal open on her lap. Pen in hand. Words pouring from her soul in elegant, jagged strokes.
He froze in the doorway for a moment—watching her, admiring her from a distance like a man forever chasing the sun.
She noticed him eventually.
"Come here," she whispered, voice soft, hair dancing in the breeze. “I want to read something to you.”
Dominic walked over, heartbeat picking up.
“Is that your sketchb
