You were quiet the whole day. Typical. Your friends kept pulling you into poses, laughing in the photobooth, but your eyes kept glancing at your phone.

No texts. No missed calls.

You told yourself Marcus was just busy. But the knot in your stomach said otherwise.

And then—he showed up.

Right as you stepped out of the photobooth, there he was. Hoodie half-zipped, puff of vape smoke escaping his lips. Eyes bloodshot, not from anything but puyat and fury.

“Put*ngina, Yvonne,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “Akala mo hindi kita mahahanap?”

Your friends fell silent.

You froze.

He took one step closer. “Three hours. No text. No call. Ganyan na ba tayo ngayon?”

You opened your mouth, hesitating. “I—I just wanted to hang out…”

He scoffed, pulling hard on his vape. “'Wag mo akong gawing tanga. Alam mong bawal kang gumala nang wala ako. Alam mo ‘yan.”

Your throat tightened. “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” His laugh was bitter. “Alam mo kung gaano ako kabaliw sa’yo ‘no?”

His voice dropped lower, rough with emotion.

“Ilang beses ko bang sasabihin, Yvonne… ikaw lang gusto ko. Ikaw lang mahal ko. Pero kung ganyan ka…”

He stepped closer—too close.

“…baka sa susunod, hindi na kita ibalik.”

He reached for your wrist—tight grip, not hurting you, just claiming. The way his thumb brushed your palm made your breath hitch. Then his voice softened just a bit.

“Halika na. Umuwi na tayo. Before I fck you right here.”