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“Pwede ba kitang halikan?" tanong niya, habang unti-unting lumalapit ang mukha niya. I nodded. He lean closer. Hinawakan niya 'yung mukha ko, dahan-dahan. Parang slow motion. Parang teleserye na pang-final week ang peg. Topless siya. May butil pa ng pawis sa collarbone. Amoy mayaman. Amoy masarap—Ay hindi! Masarap talaga siya! Closer. 0.3 cm na lang. I could literally taste the kilig. As in maaamoy ko na shampoo niya....ayan na ayan na— And then— POK. Tinamaan ako ng straw wrapper sa noo. "Bakla. Nakikinig kaba? Ikaw raw yung tutor na in-endorse ni Prof. Castro para sa mga bumagsak sa Calculus." Reality hits harder... Nasa milk tea shop pala kami. At si Thorne? Wala, imagination lang yung scene. Hindi nya nga ata alam na tao ako. Delulu is the only solulu. "Ah, ano yun?" tanong ko sa kaniya na para bang hindi ko narinig ang sinasabi niya dahil sa pag daydream ko kay Thorne. "Baks, are you even listening? Okay pa ba utak natin? Blink twice if you need help." pag-aalala ni Bambi kunwari. I blinked twice. Need ko talaga ng help kasi ayokong tantanan ng pantasya ko kay Thorne! Beside me, my best friend, Bambi Gomez — resident diva and future drag icon of the Philippines was dramatically fanning himself with a handout he didn't read. Again. "Sabi ko ikaw daw inendorse na tutor ni Prof. Castro sa calculus for remedial sa engineering dahil alam niyang petiks mo ang math." irap niya. "Sorry," I said, popping my gum. "May iniisip lang." "Si Thorne lang yan. Malakas sapak niyan kay Thorne e." Lana chimed in, twirling her pen as she adjusted her glasses. Lana Solomon. Brainy. Walang inuurungang quiz bee. They've both been my best friends since high school—five solid years of laughter, late-night chats, and growing up together. We may have taken different paths in college, but our bond never changed. Si Lana ay BS Accountancy, laging may dalang calculator kahit di naman required. Very organized. Si Bambi naman, Business Management ang kinuha dahil pangarap kasi ng papa niya na balang araw, siya na ang magpatakbo ng sarili nilang negosyo. Kahit madalas hindi nagtutugma ang schedules namin, lagi pa rin kaming nagkakahanap ng oras para magkita or mag-update sa isa't isa. Ganun siguro talaga kapag tunay ang friendship, hindi natitinag kahit gaano pa ka-busy ang college life. We were sitting here sa cafeteria ng St. Ives University kung saan kami nag-aaral. Vacant namin. First year college na. Twenty. Fresh. Virgin. Never been touched pero kay Thorne? Aba, go. Paunahan pa. Shoulder, hand, soul...lahat, sige na! Natigilan ako sa pag-iisip nang marinig kong tumunog ang notification sa GC. Nag-pop up ang announcement: Remedial Class for Calculus – Tutors and Schedule Released Agad kong kinlik. Hindi ko alam kung gusto kong matuwa o kabahan. Isa lang naman talaga ang inaabangan ko sa listahan. Mabilis na tumakbo ang mata ko sa screen at nakita ko rin ang name ko as endorsed tutor and also the schedule. Tumingin agad ako sa ibang pangalan. Isa-isa kong hinanap. Wala si Thorne. Huminga ako nang malalim. Ibig sabihin... nakapasa siya. Special request ito ng parents. Pwede na mag-hire ng tutor na endorsed ng prof kahit midterms pa lang. May bayad, syempre. Eh sino bang tatanggi sa bayad? "Uy, nakita mo ba si Thorne sa list?" tanong ni Lana, kaswal na ngumunguya ng chips. "Obvious pa ba? Syempre babagsak 'yon. Bobo yun e," sabat ni Bambi, rolling his eyes. "Hoy! Huwag mo nga siyang tawaging bobo!" sagot kong medyo mataas ang boses. "Nakapasa siya sa calculus! Ako tutor niya syempre!" proud kong sagot. "Pustahan sa calculus lang?" ngisi ni Bambi. Hindi ako umimik. "Sinisira mo kasi utak mo sa lalaking ni hindi ka man lang kilala. Di ba sabi mo tapos ka na sa kanya?" Tanong pa niya. "Technically... never ko siyang nasimulan. Kaya wala ring tinapos," Pagkukumbinsi ko. Lana snorted. "Eh anong tawag mo sa two years na ikaw ang gumagawa ng reviewers niya, taga-check ng quizzes, taga-paalala ng deadlines? Libreng serbisyo?" "Tsk. Kawang-gawa 'yon," pilit kong sabi na kahit ako mismo hindi kumbinsido. I sighed and dropped my forehead on the table. "Ano bang meron kay Thorne Silva at ayaw niya akong tantanan sa utak ko?" "You mean, bakit hindi mo siya matantanan?" sabay taas ng kilay ni Lana. Bambi gasped. "Ewan ko ba sa'yo. Nothing special naman dun kung hindi lang mayaman at gwapo." "Marunong siyang kumanta!" I groaned, sabay takip ng mukha gamit ang dalawang palad, as if that would shut the whole conversation down. "Yeah, yeah. Thorne Silva the rakistaa," sarkastikong sabi ni Lana. "Anyway," hirit ko, desperate magpalit ng topic, "huwag muna natin siyang pag-usapan. Ayoko nang maalala 'yung kahihiyan na nangyari last—" Bigla akong nadulas. "Hep! Too late," Lana said with her mouth full, pointing her donut at me like a gavel. "Spill it. Now." "Eh, nakakahiya!" I practically folded in on myself like a dying shrimp. "Mas nakakahiya 'pag kinaladkad kita papunta sa kanya habang may hawak akong speaker na tumutugtog ng 'Always Be My Baby.'" "GRABE KA! Okay na okay na! Ito na!" I flailed dramatically. "Kainis—bakit ba kasi ako nadulas?!"Nakayuko siya, jaw tight, hand firm but not painful on my wrist. "We need to talk.""Bitawan mo 'ko," I whispered."Liora-""I said let go."Pero hindi siya umalis. Instead, he opened a side door, an empty storage hallway beside the loading bay and gently pulled me in, closing it behind him.Tahimik.. malamig ang simoy ng hangin.. and dimly lit."You left," I said, staring at him. "Bakit nandito kapa?"He didn't answer."Oh," I scoffed. "Of course. You're just always like this. Pa-bigla-bigla. Pa-importante. You want to talk now? After years?""Because you won't let me talk," he said, voice low. "You won't even look at me.""Maybe that's because I want you gone..." His face froze."I want you gone, Thorne," I said, my voice shaking. "Sa mundo ko. Sa paligid ko. Sa mga plano ko. Sa brand ko. Sa buhay ko!! I want you out of everything. Do you understand that?""Liora-""No! You don't get to say my name like that." I took a step closer, heart pounding. "Alam mo ba kung anong klaseng gab
My twenty-eight birthday came in champagne and candlelight.Cielo Blu's rooftop was dressed in elegance-black-and-gold theme, low-hanging fairy lights, and a string quartet playing soft renditions of indie classics. Glass panels wrapped around the entire deck, revealing a skyline that shimmered like the world was clinking glasses with me.I stood near the railing in a black satin slip dress, simple yet sharp, with hair swept back in a polished bun and soft shimmer dusted over my collarbones. No tiara. No over-the-top cake. Just elegance. This was the first party I allowed myself in years. And yes, I made the guest list myself: Close friends, industry allies and because I'm a professional, Fusion Five...him.I caught them arriving just as the violins shifted into a slow instrumental of Electric Feel. Debbie and Hana were in minimalist gowns, Steven and Orion in charcoal suits. And behind them.. Thorne.. in dark suit. No tie. Hair swept back, a little messy. His presence was like smoke
The restaurant Travis picked looked like it came straight out of a Vogue editorial. It has a warm ambient lights, muted gold interiors, jazz humming faintly in the background, and servers who moved like ghosts in pressed uniforms. Not the usual place I'd go after work.But I let him lead me to our table, a private corner booth with velvet seats and enough distance from the next guests to talk without fear of being overheard."Finally," Travis sighed dramatically as he pulled my chair out for me. "A dinner worthy of your calendar. My God, I thought I'd have to bribe your assistant.""You practically did," I muttered, removing my blazer. "You sent her cheesecake.""She said it was her weakness," he said with a smug grin, signaling the waiter. "Bottle of Sancerre, and the steak tasting set for two. Medium rare, please. Thank you."I raised an eyebrow. "Steak tasting set?""I'm spoiling you," he said simply, leaning back. "Let me."I didn't argue.When the wine arrived, he poured mine fir
This was arranged. But for what?Ayoko siyang kausapin, ayoko siyang maramdaman o kahit lumapit man lang sa kaniya. Nakakainis! Nakakagalit! Pero kahit anong iwas ko, bakit parang sinusundan pa rin ako ng presensya niya? Bwisit!I inhaled through my nose and smiled. A sharp one. The kind I wore when I wanted the world to believe I had already buried every part of myself that still bled."Tell them I'll be there in ten minutes," I said."Yes, ma'am," the assistant replied, scurrying away.Travis glanced at me, concern flickering across his face. "You sure?"I nodded, setting my clipboard down. "It's work.""But it's him."Syempre alam niya lahat ng pinagdaanan ko dahil naikwento ko yun sa kaniya. He's a friend after all."I've painted faces of people who've betrayed me with worse," I said, picking up my kit. "This will be no different."As I walked away, my jaw set. I reminded myself, I built this brand out of pain. I can powder over a memory if it means getting the shot. Even if the f
Ang buhay ko ngayon ay umiikot lang sa schedules, layouts, contracts, and creative control. I wasn't just the girl behind Nyssa Beauty anymore, I was a key creative consultant under Horizon Axis for product campaigns across Southeast Asia. Every day felt like a full runway rehearsal: fast-paced, high-stakes, and no room for mistakes. At ngayon, nandito kami sa flagship HQ ng Horizon Axis for another long day of campaign revisions, shoots, and marketing alignment. The studio floor was alive. Models being prepped, stylists moving like clockwork, directors barking notes from their monitors. Even the lighting team had their own rhythm. I thrived in this kind of mess. Sanay na ako. I built myself for this.Fusion Five was in the middle of a branding campaign for a skincare collab under Horizon Axis, and kahit alam kong naroon siya... si Thorne, I didn't flinch.He was seated on a high stool while the team powdered his jawline, brows furrowed as he flipped through a concept deck.Sometimes
When I arrived, press lounge outside was chaos. Nakakabulag na flash, pasigaw ang mga tanong, ang sahig halos hindi na makita sa dami ng crew wires, vlog cameras, microphones, PR assistants, and influencers live-streaming their reactions in real-time.But inside this small room, the air was different. Tahimik at malamig ang aircon, pero mas malamig ang pakiramdam sa dibdib ko. I was sitting on a chair with velvet lining, hands clasped on my lap. Sa harap ko, a glass table with just water, a tissue box, and a single mic.May red light na sa camera."Miss Cortez," the interviewer said gently. "Are you ready?"I nodded. I didn't smile not because I was nervous pero dahil wala na kong kailangang pang patunayan."Let's begin," I said. She smiled pero alam kong nararamdaman din niya ang bigat ng moment. "It's a huge deal, you know. You've never done a public interview like this before.""Because no one ever asked for my version of the story," I answered. "Only pieces. Only questions that s







