Sabi nila, kapag brokenhearted ka ay ito ang nagpapahina sa iyo. Mali sila. Ang sakit ng puso ay nagpapatalas sa iyo. Pagdating ng umaga, hindi na ako dumudugo. Nanigas na ako. I arrive at Villagracia Towers exactly at eight o’clock, heels clicking with precision, posture flawless. My face is calm. My smile is professional. My heart is nowhere near the building. The whispers still exist — I hear them, feel them brush past me like ghosts — but they no longer reach my skin. “Avern looks different,” someone murmurs. “She hasn’t smiled once.” “She’s scary calm.” Good. I do my job efficiently, without warmth, without hesitation. I don’t linger. I don’t soften my voice. I don’t anticipate Cairo’s needs anymore. I wait for instructions. I execute them. I leave. When Cairo steps out of his office mid-morning, our eyes meet. There is no spark. No flinch. No ache. Nagsalubong ang kanyang mga kilay, at bakas sa kanyang mukha ang pagkailang. “Avern," maingat niyang sabi. “Can we talk?” “
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