ANG BABAENG HINDI DAPAT BINITAWAN
The villa’s deck was lit with hanging lanterns, the warm glow reflecting off the wine glasses.
“Do you ever think,” Mariel started, staring at the horizon, “that maybe this is what we were fighting for all along? Just… peace.”
Billie took a sip of wine before answering. “I used to think peace meant silence. No chaos, no ghosts. Pero ngayon…”
“Ngayon?”
“Peace means hearing your voice first thing in the morning.”
Mariel smiled, her eyes glistening in the candlelight. “That’s cheesy, even for you.”