I went inside the boarding house, shocked at what I saw.
You.
“Hi,” you said.
Weird, that the first thing I wanted to ask you was where you’re living.
But I can’t ask. Hell, I can’t even speak, all I can get out of my mouth was just a hoarse grunt.
“Huh?”
I tried again. Nothing. Still the same hoarse voice.
After mustering what seemed all my strength, I finally asked the question.
“Oh, I live here as well, for now,” you answered.
What. A strange feeling swept over me.
“But I live in…Novaliches,” you added.
What, you’re living under the same roof as I–