Mr. Inspector (LGBT)

I still remember the boy who sat beside me in elementary and highschool days. He stole my fries, my notes, and without permission... my heart

‎Then he left.
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‎Eight years. No calls. No messages. Just an empty seat beside me that I never let anyone take.
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‎Now he's back.
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‎Not as Caleb, the boy who shared his dreams with me. ‎But as 'Police Inspector Caleb Torres' Bar on his shoulder. Authority in his voice. My superior. ‎My first day under his command, I stood straight, saluted, and said the only words I was allowed to: "Good morning, Sir."

‎"Inspector." ‎That's all I can call him now.

‎Even when my mouth still remembers how his name felt without the rank. ‎Even when my eyes still see the boy who cried at the airport instead of the Inspector who came back. ‎He gives orders now. I follow them. ‎He wears the bar. I wear the weight of 8 years we never talked about.
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‎In a world where he became an Inspector in Korea and I became a Detective here...
‎how do I stop seeing my boss as the boy I loved first?
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‎Dati, magkatabi kami sa upuan.
‎Ngayon, magkabilang dulo na ng lamesa.
‎At ako pa rin... naghihintay na tawagin niya ulit ako sa pangalan ko. Hindi sa "Captain"
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