Chapter 3

"Where did you find your upcoming boarders?" she asked him while her forehead was knotted in wonderment. "And I think they came from another country!"

He smiled meaningfully. “I know an acquaintance. Anyway, what is your answer? Can you pick them up? ”

She let out a deep sigh. As if she can reject this one, she is very grateful for him. This is because he was with her when…

She shook her head.

“Don't refuse, Jo. Please oh. ”

"Yes. Don't emote there anymore. It doesn't matter. Eww. ”

He jokingly pinched her cheek. “I don't know about you. I’ll give you the details later, okay? You will only fetch three people. Use my car. ”

He nodded.

“Of course. Kuya Migs seems to be coming here. There is something to be said. ”

The Migs he is referring to are his older brother who is married to his Ate Jess. That's why Chad and I have become very close because they seem to be a family.

"Sure, sure."

When Chad got out of his apartment, he stretched. He still has a few hours to fix up the apartment. He was so busy at work that he also lost time to clean the apartment.

He is the HR manager of The Avengers — a well-known company here in Manila that produces games and gadgets in various parts of the country. The main building of The Avalanche is based in Manila but it has stalls in various malls and roadside throughout the country.

His boss allowed him to leave because his leave was already piled up. He rarely leaves. He is still wondering if he will return to Cebu or just stay here in Manila.

Since he left Cebu and stayed here in Manila, he has not returned there. Only sadness, pain and regret brought him to that place. But he could not deny that the worst event of his life took place in that place.

The wind blew him away. "Don't go there, Jo." He said to himself. She does not want to remember the past but tries to squeeze the mind of a man's face. The man had a big place in her heart.

He opened the DVD player and plugged in the USB there. He only wanted to hear one voice at those times.

He collapsed on the floor and closed his eyes as the gentle voice of that man deceived his apartment.

We met for seven years

No one knew we would say goodbye this easily

However we still separated

With the memories we built for a long time, now gone.

For the past seven years, his music has been with him. He felt, when he heard its voice they were just close. But he knew it was unclear if they would ever meet again. He was content to see her face on the cold screen of her television and laptop.

Hearing his voice soothed her. He seemed to be laughing. But after that the pain wrapped around his heart.