Lahat ng Kabanata ng Final Breakup: No. 100: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

My face went cold as I stepped forward, closing the distance between Lina and me, one measured, furious step at a time. I wanted to strike her—knock her down a peg so she'd stop swaggering every time our paths crossed.Before I could make a move, Ocko's calm voice cut through the tension."Aisha, breathe."He planted himself between us like a quiet shield, and at the sight of him, my anger steadied. I pulled myself together and forced my expression back to neutral.Ocko turned to Lina, his gaze deep and serious. "This is our campus, not a place for outsiders to barge in and cause trouble. Please leave. If you refuse, I'll have security escort you off the premises."Lina raised an eyebrow, unafraid. "I've transferred here. I'm a student now. Let's see them try to kick me out."Ocko's eyes narrowed. His voice was firm, a warning. "If you're a student, then obey the university's rules. This isn't your class. Please leave."She stubbornly refused. "I won't. I'm going to keep yelling

I lost my temper when Thor wouldn't listen. I snapped, "You bastard, wake up!"He froze, stunned, looking at me as if I'd said something impossible. In all the years we'd argued and threatened breakups, I'd never called him names. Now I did—on purpose—so he would finally let go."Thor, listen to me. I'm done with you. I've given up. I don't want you."The blow hit him like a physical strike. He sagged into himself, the color draining from his face; the confidence and light that had once defined him crumpled away. I'd lost count of how many times I'd pushed him away, stepped back, tried to leave—yet he still hadn't understood. I felt exhausted.He calmed himself, loosened his grasp on my arms, sat up a little straighter, and spoke in a low, contrite voice."Aisha… can we talk? Just talk. Afterwards, I'll let you go."I tried to open the car door again—still locked—and finally relented, if only to end the scene. He drew a long breath and let the confession spill out, each sentence

On a quiet park bench, I sat beside Ocko. I let the words spill out—everything about my past with Thor, all those years of love, heartbreak, and regret.When I finished, Ocko sighed. "He's not worth looking back for."I curved my lips into a faint smile, agreeing silently.He didn't say anything more. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small box. Inside rested a flawless slice of tiramisu."I know you like this," he said with a gentle smile. "Try it."He remembered.The simple gesture stirred something in me. I took the dessert from him and began eating, smiling without realizing it.Ocko watched me the entire time. There was no pressure, no demand—just warmth.I knew how good he was to me, how patient. But I couldn't give him anything back—not yet. Sometimes, the heart takes longer than we'd like to open again. We both understood that, though neither of us said it aloud.The next day, the university held its annual club showcase. As a member of the piano clu

After that incident, I heard from some other students that Thor had come down with a severe cold and had been hospitalized.Some of them even egged me on, suggesting I visit him. I snapped at them—clearly, they just wanted drama.After his illness, Thor seemed like a completely different person. He no longer chased after me; instead, he returned to that old, detached version of himself. But his former pride and confidence were gone too—replaced by a quiet, unsettling stillness.Rumor had it that he was suffering from depression.I was stunned. Depression? Really? It didn't seem possible.A week later, I ran into Thor on campus. When his eyes met mine, he looked straight through me and walked past as if I were a stranger.At first, I was surprised. Then I decided it was for the best.'Let's just be strangers,' I thought.Sometimes I'd see him sitting silently on the bleachers, staring blankly in the library, or picking at his food in the cafeteria. Every now and then, his gaze w