Reunion
Elliot's Point of View
Five years is a long time to practice breathing without the person who once taught you how.
I learned the shape of waiting, the discipline of keeping my hands busy, and the language of silence that does not break you but bends you into a new form.
Limang taon mula noong araw na nawala si Avery, at mula noong huling beses na nakita ko siyang pumili ng direksyong hindi ako, sa isang silid na amoy usok at takot, habang hawak ng halimaw ang switch na puwedeng kumitil sa lahat.
People told me to move on like it was a door you open with a wrist flick
"Move on, Elliot." As if love is a coat you can hang by the door and forget.
I tried therapy, distance, work that eats your calendar for breakfast. I became the man who shows up even when sleep doesn't.
Kaya ngayon, eto ako... CEO ng Arch Sky Corporation, a regional leader in climate-resilient infrastructure and logistics tech with projects in eight markets across Asia, publicly listed, steady EBITDA, and a foundation that pledges two percent of net to community rebuilds.
May posisyon, may pera, may kapangyarihan. Pero kulang pa rin kapag wala siya.
I was staring at the ceiling of a glass-walled office forty floors up, rehearsing detachment like a sport, when someone knocked.
"Come in," I said, and the room remembered it was Monday.
"Elliot," si Yuki—chief of staff, ex from another lifetime, now annoyingly indispensable.
"Final na ang proposal for M.E. Corporation. I made sure magugustuhan nila this time." She said.
"Perfect," I said.
M.E. Corporation has the kind of portfolio we need. Reforestation, climate education, shelter grants for displaced children. It's the one collaboration I want to land on merit, not on the size of our check.
"Thanks, Yuki," I added. She squinted.
"Also, your tie is gaslighting your suit." She said.
"Ouch," I replied dramatically.
"Joke lang. But fix your face. CEO ka, hindi ka puyat na thesis boy. We leave in fifteen. That's fourteen minutes too long for your hair to keep choosing chaos." I laughed despite myself.
"Copy. Hair, behave."
The M.E. Corp headquarters was all warm wood, daylight, and plants that looked better hydrated than I've been all week.
The lobby smelled faintly of tea and clean paper, and the security desk had a bowl of crayons for kids. Good sign.
Pag-akyat namin sa conference floor, ramdam ko ang tension na parang kuryente sa palad.
Years of orbiting the same grant cycles, bidding against each other on impact projects, playing polite chess in a very small room. Time to quit circling.
We stepped into the conference room and a man stood with his back to us, shoulders relaxed like he belonged to the furniture. The placard read Salazar.
"Good morning, Mr. Salazar," I began.
"I'm Elliot Reyes Enrique, CEO of Arch Sky. Here to formally propose our collaboration." Saad kong panimula.
He turned, and the floor shortened under my shoes, like an elevator missing a beat before it stops.
Kiefer.
Memory hit like recoil... the cafeteria's smoke, a dead man's switch blinking red, Avery's mouth pressed to his like a sentence she didn't choose, the sound of boots and sirens, my wrists burning against rope.
For a second my chest forgot how to be a ribcage and tried to be a fist.
Hindi ko in-expect ito. Wala sa scenario tree ko.
Akala ko tapos na ang multo niya sa buhay ko.
Siya ang dahilan kung bakit nawala ang pinakamahal ko, at ngayon he's here, in a suit, in the daylight, inside a nonprofit I respect.
"It's been a long time, Elliot," he said, mouth hooked into that same practiced smile that once floated over violence.
"Too long," I answered, flat, professional, the temperature set to corporate winter.
No handshakes. No small talk. Just the work standing between us.
"So you want a partnership, huh?" He spun a pen across his fingers like nothing in the world could fall.
"That's the point of this meeting," I said, eyes on the agenda packet, spine straight.
Kung may apoy sa loob, sa checklist ko ko muna ilagay. The room smelled like eucalyptus and history.
"Okay," he said, clicking the pen.
"But we can't start yet." He added.
My brow thinned. "Why not?"
"The CEO isn't here," he replied, eyes amused.
"I thought you were the CEO," I said, even though a louder voice in my head was busy building fire escapes.
"I'm not Salazar, remember? I just manage some affairs." He glanced at his phone. "She's here."
Hindi ako handa. Hindi man lang sumagi sa isip ko na ito ang susunod na pinto.
I had rehearsed a hundred ways to hold my face if I ever saw Kiefer again; I had rehearsed exactly zero for the moment after. If she's here—
The door opened.
"Sorry I'm late," a voice said and it sounded so familiar like a song that never stops living in my bones.
Time misfired. My lungs paused. My pulse stepped on its own shoelace.
Heels clicked across the wood. A silhouette crossed peripheral to center wearing a business suit, has a strong posture, and hair pulled back like certainty.
She leaned in, brushed Kiefer's cheek in a quick beso.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to sit there?" Professional, brisk, an inside rule spoken out loud.
Kiefer raised both hands.
"I surrender." He moved to the side seat, unbothered.
Then she turned.
For five years I had tried to sand down her face in my memory so it would stop hurting... the real one walked in and every smooth edge came back with light.
Avery. More composed. Finer lines where laughter used to live, but the same eyes—focused, scanning, deciding.
Mas maganda siya ngayon, mas buo, pero malinaw din na may mga pader na hindi ko alam kung saan ang pinto.
At oo, may apelyido siyang Salazar sa placard, and the part of me that wants to interrogate the past took a knee to the part that needs to show up in the present.
"I'm Avery Salazar," she said, voice calm, distant, unspilled.
"Let's proceed." Dagdag niya.
You can do this, Elliot.
Kalma muna at hinga nang kaunti. Trabaho muna, puso mamaya.
And because the only way out is through, I opened the folder, slid the first deck forward, and met her gaze like a man who still knows how to choose the right kind of courage.
Avery's Point of View
Five years sounds neat when you write it down, yet it feels like a coastline that kept receding every time I tried to mark it with a stone, because the day I disappeared did not end when the police sirens faded and it did not end when the plane lifted from Manila, it kept breathing beside me while I learned how to make a life that would not collapse under its weight.
Limang taon na mula nang kunin ako sa gitna ng usok at takot, limang taon na ring nakatira sa pagitan ng kailangan at kaya.
At oo, kasama doon ang pagpiling manatili sa paligid ng taong dati kong iniiwasan at kinatatakutan, si Kiefer, dahil minsan ang pinakamahirap na desisyon ang nagiging tulay kung nasaan ang susunod na ligtas.
I did not choose proximity out of forgiveness, I chose it out of risk management and a stubborn belief that people are not statues, and the record should say he did not simply get better.
Because that is not how the mind yields, he entered a long ugly tunnel that had walls named by doctors and by courts and by a family desperate to end a cycle.
Kiefer was diagnosed with delusional disorder with erotomanic and persecutory themes, layered with impulse control problems and a history of untreated trauma that sharpened his worst days.
And the work that followed was not a montage with piano music, it was an inpatient program with locked doors and weekly reviews, it was antipsychotic medication that had to be adjusted until the side effects stopped stealing his sleep.
It was cognitive behavioral therapy for psychosis where he learned to test the stories his mind sold him, it was dialectical skills that taught him what to do in minute two when minute one is already on fire.
It was trauma work that did not excuse the harm but named the pain that kept labelling other people as threats, and none of that erased what he did, yet it gave me a map for dealing with who he could be if heavily monitored and tightly boundaried.
Hindi ako magpapanggap na simple ang naging kasunduan, dahil kasama sa plano ang malinaw na safety protocols, ang no contact orders kung saan ako ang may huling salita, ang regular na risk assessments na may third party clinicians, at ang paglalagay ng distansiya kapag kailangan para hindi kami bumalik sa anumang pattern na masakit.
Over time I watched him stabilize into someone I could talk to in a room with a door that stays open, a person whose apology did not feel like a script, a colleague who would rather step back than push a boundary.
And there were days he slipped and we reset the perimeter, yet the general trend line went in the direction I demanded which was harm reduced and respect increased, because anything less would have sent me straight back to the airport.
Out of those years I built my own name from the ruins of the day that tried to end all my names, and I called the company M.E. Corporation.
I wanted the initials to stand for Mend and Earth and sometimes for Me and Everyone, a reminder that our work had to hold both the soil and the soul.
The organization funds reforestation corridors, climate education for public schools, and shelter programs for displaced children who lose their beds when storms take entire streets, and we pair every tree with a tutoring hour and every roof with a counselor because I refuse projects that fix only what the eye can photograph.
Sa tulong ng mga taong tama at proseso na malinaw, nagawa kong gawing trabaho ang bagay na dati kong pinipigilan lang, kaya ngayon may mga distrito kaming napapatubuan ng bago at may mga batang natutulog sa ilaw na hindi kumikindat sa gitna ng gabi, at iyon ang klase ng progreso na kaya kong tanggapin kahit hindi pa kumpleto ang ibang bahagi ng buhay ko.
My father knew Kiefer's parents in a way that runs deeper than small talk, and when the worst of the smoke cleared they asked him to let me study in California where the air was quiet and the police knew our safety plan by name, and he said yes because love sometimes looks like a passport and a furnished sublet.
Ligtas ako roon at tahimik, malayo rin kay Elliot, at ang dalawang katotohanang iyon ay pareho kong yakap, dahil hindi ako nagpunta para magtago kundi para magtayo ng sahig na hindi humihiwa sa paa ko tuwing tatayo ako nang matagal.
I did not stop loving him and I do not plan to rewrite that, I simply moved the love to a shelf where it would not burn the room.
And I promised myself I would only take it down if the door and the world both agreed.
I tried once to bring the shelf home, to see if the room in Manila would accept it, and I walked into the night with the kind of courage that trembles but keeps walking, because someone told me he still stayed near campus and that detail felt like a string I could follow.
I went to the old building and learned that he no longer lived in the dorm, then I waited by the condo lobby because the guard said he returns late when he is drowning in work.
I told myself I would speak only if speaking did not wound him, I would knock only if knocking did not wake a life that no longer had a bed for me.
Dumating siya pasado alas dose... may kasamang babae na hindi ko kilala, may tawa na medyo malakas, amoy alak, at kung dati ay kaya ko pa sigurong magpatawa ng konti, ngayon ay pinili kong maging tahimik at panoorin silang pumasok dahil hindi ako naghahanap ng away, ang hinahanap ko ay katotohanan.
He held her hand with the muscle memory of someone who refuses to be alone on a bad week, and when the elevator doors closed I understood that time had kept walking without asking me to catch up, so I sat in the small sofa by the mailboxes and let the minutes pass until the building felt like a beach after the tide pulls back.
Hindi ko kailangang sabihin kung ano ang nakita ko nang bumukas ulit ang elevator at may hagikhikan na bumaba mula sa taas, sapat nang sabihin na alam kong lasing siya pero hindi siya nawala sa sarili.
At sapat na rin na aminin kong doon ko tinanggap na hindi ako pwedeng pumasok sa pinto na hindi na sa akin, dahil kahit anong paliwanag ang buuin ko ay hindi guguhit ang tamang hugis kung pilit at kulang sa pahintulot.
I returned to work and to school and to the daily practice of being whole, and on better days I imagined him happy and on worse days I folded that thought into a paper crane and sent it to the part of the sky that keeps what we cannot hold.
Somewhere in the middle I named that long, unglamorous season detoxify, not the kind sold by teas or three-day miracles, but the kind your body and mind attempt when you stop feeding them adrenaline and start feeding them steadiness, when you let therapy metabolize panic, when you replace the nightly doom-scroll with a walk, a journal, a call you actually answer, and when you learn to tell the difference between pain that needs time and poison that needs a boundary.
Bumalik ako sa kasalukuyan nang maramdaman ko ang tapik ni Kiefer sa braso ko sa gilid ng conference table, may isang luha na kumawala bago ko napigilan, mabilis ko ring pinunasan.
I awkwardly laughed na parang may alikabok lang na pumasok sa mata ko, sapagkat ang lakas ay hindi dapat laging pasigaw, minsan ay simpleng pagtingin sa papel at pagsabing tuloy tayo.
I glanced at Elliot because not looking would have been a lie, and he was already looking at me with the face of a man who has learned the cost of keeping composure while the past rearranges the furniture of the room.
Ang tagal ng titig namin na parang dalawang ilog na magkalapit pero magkaiba ang agos, at ako ang unang bumaling dahil may mga pangako ako sa sarili na hindi ko pwedeng sirain sa harap ng mga taong umaasa sa kumpiyansa ko.
"Continue," I said to the secretary, cool enough to skate on, warm enough not to cut, and the projector hummed as if the machine knew that this was not just about numbers and seedlings and grants.
This was about two people who once promised to be each other's safe place and then learned that safety sometimes means stepping away.
This is a meeting that looks like a collision when you read the names on paper, and it is also the first quiet minute we have earned after years of noise.
And I am not naïve enough to call it fate, I am simply prepared to let it be a room where two professionals can test if their rebuilt lives can share a table without breaking.
Personal ito at may halo ng laban, oo, pero alam ko rin na may saradong kabanata na hindi kailangang buksan gamit ang kutsilyo.
Kung may closure na pwedeng makuha, kukunin ko iyon nang hindi binabasag ang katahimikan na pinagtrabahuan ko sa bawat therapist session at board meeting at tree planting weekend.
If this turns into war I will fight with spreadsheets and contracts and boundaries that do not flinch, if this turns into closure I will sign my name and walk out with my posture intact.
If this turns into a beginning I will ask the questions I should have asked before anyone bled, and I will listen for answers that do not ask me to trade my hard earned peace.
Tignan natin kung sino ang unang bibigay.
Ako ba o... siya.
Sana kung may babagsak man ay hindi kami, kundi ang mga maling pagtatapos na matagal nang nakaupo sa gitna ng kwento.
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