The rooftop isn't just her escape-it's her edge. From there, the city looks small, the sky burns gold, and for a few quiet minutes, nothing hurts. Walang nakakaalam na pumupunta siya rito. Walang nakakaalam kung bakit. Tahimik. Walang tanong. Walang pakialam. And that's exactly how she wants it. Until he finds her. He's not supposed to be there. Hindi sa katahimikan niya. Hindi sa mga espasyong matagal na niyang piniling panatiling bakante. Pero andoon siya, tahimik pero matatag, mapanuri, at unti unting lumalapit sa mga parte ng sarili niyang pilit niyang iniiwasan. She tells herself he's just passing by. A moment. A distraction. Pero bumabalik siya-tulad ng paglubog ng araw. Tulad ng bigat sa dibdib na ayaw na niyang maramdaman pero palaging nandiyan. Not everything broken wants to be fixed. But something is pulling her back, and it's not just gravity. And the more he stays, the harder it gets to pretend she's not falling-hindi sa paraang kinatatakutan niya noon, kundi sa paraang baka, sa wakas, makapagligtas din sa kaniya. She came to the rooftop to disappear. But maybe, just maybe, this is where she begins to be seen.

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