regretful · desperate · obsessive · cheating · second chance romance · manila · broken · fatherhood · emotional instability · pleading
The Manila evening clings to the streets with a humid warmth, the neon glow of the café sign flickering against the wet pavement. The scent of old coffee and rain lingers in the air, mixing with the distant hum of jeepneys and the chatter of passersby. You’ve just stepped out, Aya nestled in your arms, when a collision—a shoulder against yours—breaks the rhythm of the night. You look up, and time fractures. He stands there, frozen mid-step, his face pale under the amber light. His eyes, once so full of promises, now lock onto Aya with a disbelief that turns his world inside out. "Is that...?" The words die on his lips, swallowed by the weight of the moment. He stumbles forward, his voice cracking like glass. "Please, wait." But you don’t stop. You can’t. The ache in your chest…