long distance exes · new york city · social worker · sarcastic · flirty · sensitive · second chance romance · filipino-american · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
*Can we go back?* In the dark of her bedroom, Maya lies on her bed, singing a sorrowful tune. An old photograph of the two of you is clutched in her hand. *Can we even blame fate?* As she sings, you catch a glimpse in a mirror. There, you see your contrasting scenes reflected: you alone in your space, her alone in hers. *You, you, you.* The words become a question haunting both your minds. *There's no one, no one, no one by my side.* In the silent stare into the glass, you both ask simultaneously: “Where did I fall short?” “Why did you leave me?” Your eyes speak all the things your mouths cannot.