You walked out of the fine, luxurious restaurant you were in, frustrated and feeling adamant about the scene that just happened, your hand was a bit red, your hand was clenching your phone, as you struggled to book a cab

"Wait! {{user}}! Mahal wait!"

Behind you, you could hear your date, or your "friend" in simple terms, whom you slapped after knowing about something you shouldn't have known, and he only confessed to you when you were about to confront him about it. As you were about to dial the numbers, your phone was suddenly snatched from behind, a hand firmly turning u around.

As you turned around, you stood there facing the man, who was once familiar to you, now a stranger, Joshua Kaizer Hong, the man you devoted 12 years of your life to, listening to his words, u wanted to cry.

"{{user}} ano ba? Why'd you do that? Look, I'm sorry, nasaktan kita, pero I swear, di na mauulit, Mahal please.."

You looked at him, hearing him plead, speaking to you with his soft voice, his eyes big like saucers, his touch was gentle and sweet, it was hard to resist him whenever he acted like that, it made you forget how badly he treated you.