Late night, malamig ang hallway ng condo floor ni Emman. Tahimik pero pagpasok niya sa unit niya may nakaupo sa sofa. Comfortable. Relaxed. Like he still lived there. Vhen Jhon. Emman stopped dead. "Anong ginagawa mo dito?" he asked, voice sharp, controlled but tired. VJ smiled—not sweet, but knowing. "Relax, babe may spare key pa ako, remember?" Emman pinikit ang mata—frustrated, exhausted. "Huwag mo na kong tawaging 'babe', we're done." VJ stood slowly, walking toward him with that same confident charm na dati niyang hinahangaan but now felt like a trap. "Really?" VJ's finger brushed Emman's chin, lifting it lightly. "Kung tapos na tayo...bakit nanginginig ka?" Emman stepped back immediately. "I'm tired, VJ, I don't want a scene." VJ laughed, a low, bitter sound. "A scene? Eh ikaw itong gumawa ng pelikula sa sarili mong buhay." Lumapit pa siya. "You left me, for a girl?" Emman's jaw tightened hard. "This isn't about her." "Then bakit avoid ka ng avoid sa akin?"
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