Description
Some stories are whispered over streetlights and silence. Elise knew what it meant to be present but never chosen. Caleb knew what it meant to be needed, but never truly wanted. In the chaos of Quezon City, where voices drown in jeepney horns and life moves too fast to notice the quiet ones, two almost-invisible souls cross paths in the middle of a shift, over a tray of fries, and slowly inevitably begin to see what the rest of the world missed. Surrounded by broken friendships, heavy family baggage, and dreams put on pause, Elise and Caleb build something out of leftovers of glances, late-night taho, shared umbrella walks, and words unsaid. This is a love story for the ones who weren't seen, but stayed anyway. Who carried the weight without asking for praise. Who found, in each other, a place to rest. Because sometimes, home isn't a house. It's the one person who finally hears you, even in your quietest voice.
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