PaigeWritesStuff
Miguel, 32, is a freelance graphic designer who's been living paycheck to paycheck. After a failed startup and a break-up with his long-time girlfriend, he's forced to move back into his childhood home in Valenzuela. One rainy night, he misses the last train to Cubao after a job interview and ends up stranded at the station with Abby, 29, a nurse who just finished a shift and is also heading home.
As they wait for a ride, they talk about their lives; burnout, family pressures, OFW dreams, and the feeling of being "left behind" while friends post about weddings, promotion, and travel. Their conversation becomes unexpectedly deep, and they realize they are not alone in their quiet struggles; the night ends with a shared taho and a promise to meet again. Not as strangers, but as fellow dreamers trying to make sense of adulthood.
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✨ Disclaimer (a.k.a. the "Don't come for me" note):
Everything in this story is purely fictional-crafted from the chaotic corners of my imagination and fueled by caffeine, heartbreak, and late-night overthinking. The names, places, events, and personalities are all made up for storytelling purposes only.
If you think you recognize someone here... nope, you don't. Any resemblance to real people (living, ghosting, or just vibing) is purely coincidental. This is not a diary, not a confession, and definitely not a call-out.
So sit back, enjoy the drama, and remember: this is fiction. Okay?
Xoxo,
Paige