My heart was pounding as I approached the coffee shop. This was our dream—Pat and I. Open a café, cater different types of people that would want to enjoy the smell of coffee in a cozy place where they could work, talk, and have fun. Sinalubong ako ni Cristine, “whoa! Hindi ka late, himala ‘yon!” I rolled my eyes at her, “Nandiyan na si Patricia?” She nodded, pointing to the office’s door. I breathed in. Breathed out. I kept doing it until I had the courage to open the door. Patricia’s working with lots of paper in her desk, “Pat.” She looked up at me and smiled, “hey.” She seemed a bit off, I wonder if she has an idea of what I’m about to do. I sat in front of her and handed her the resignation letter. It’s funny tho. Letters are not really necessary, I just wanna be formal with her. “You, sure? We’ve talked about this a lot of times! And then what, you’re gonna leave this place? And then…” She lost it, crying hard, smudging the papers. “Gosh! Today you are cutting your wrist, a
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