The car was quiet. Rain still tapped gently against the window, but the storm had passed.
Thisa stirred, her body heavy, skin damp, and every muscle sore. She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Sa gilid niya, nakasandal si Rozen, mahimbing ang tulog, chest rising and falling steadily, his arm stretched across the empty space where she had been lying.
For a moment, she just looked at him.
Ang payapa ng mukha niya habang natutulog, wala ‘yong galit, wala ‘yong nakakunot na noo, wala ‘yong inis sa mga mata katulad no'ng sa party. He looked almost… vulnerable. A part of her wanted to curl back into his arms, to pretend na wala nang problema, na wala nang sakit, na kaya nilang balikan ang lahat.
But reality pressed down harder than his embrace ever could. Kung babalik siya, ba
