Husband For Rent
I picked up a photography book from the coffee table and flipped through the pages absentmindedly.
The images were all black and white—portraits, landscapes, things that felt like they had a story behind them. But one image caught my attention—of Lexus himself, younger, a slight softness in his features, but still carrying that guarded look that made him so… him.
I set the book down quickly, as if the photo had burned me, and walked away before I could think about it too much.
Wala naman akong halos ginawa, wala akong pasok today, since puro requirements lang naman, pinagpatuloy ko na lang ang pag aayos nang gamit ko sa kwarto.