Forbidden
bulong ni Anne sa dilim ng balcony, her velvet voice cracking with a year’s worth of compressed love and longing.
Lauren suddenly stopped talking to a group of investors, a strange, electric chill running straight down her spine. As if pulled by an unyielding, invisible gravity, she slowly turned her head and looked up toward the mezzanine balcony.
But the shadows were empty. Anne had already stepped back into the corridor, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she walked away into the cool night air of the city, leaving behind only the ghost of her lavender perfume drifting through the ventilation vents.