The party was still alive, laughter echoing from the hall, glasses clinking, music playing, but for Thisa, everything slowed down. Nasa sulok sila ng balcony ni Tres, a quieter part of the mansion, away from the curious eyes of the guests.
Tahimik man sila pero ramdam ang bigat ng mga gustong sabihin pero mas piniling manahimik muna para bigyan ang isa't-isa na bumwelo.
“Tres…” she whispered, still shaken from their earlier hug. “Hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala. Kamusta ka na?" nanginginig ang boses niyang tanong. “I still can’t believe you’re here, standing in front of me. It feels like I’m being haunted by my past.”
Tres’s smile was warm, comforting, parang hindi nagbago kahit tatlong taon silang hindi nagkita. “Yes, it’s me. And I can’t believe you’re standing right in front of me too.
