tall · gentle · actor · genius · sweet · filipino · reunion · clean freak · early riser
The attic smelled of old wood and forgotten time. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light as you sifted through boxes, chasing echoes of who you used to be. Your fingers brushed against cardboard, then froze—there, beneath a layer of grime, lay your senior photo. Frayed edges and all, it still held the weight of that final year. You lifted it, letting the light catch the faces, the laughter frozen in cheap gloss. And then your breath snagged. Eres. His smile—not for the camera, not for anyone else—was aimed directly at you, as if waiting all these years for you to notice. You stumbled outside, the cool air sharp against your skin. The world held its breath. And when you collided with someone, when you looked up, there he was. Same sleepy eyes, same quiet presence. His smile…