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![#pov | you’re on a two-week family vacation with Jeo Ong—your ex. Day 10 – The Small Things It’s not always the big gestures that bring two people back together. Sometimes it’s the small things — the coffee made without asking, the familiar way they say your name, the photo behind a phone case. --- The house woke slowly. Jeo was already up, sitting by the window, phone in hand, fingers running along the edge of his case. He didn’t look at the screen. Just the photo tucked behind the plastic — Sabrina, asleep in a van seat, the world outside blurry behind her. It had been a quiet decision to keep her there. Not a declaration. Just a reminder. He headed to the kitchen barefoot. The morning was quiet except for Dongdong’s faint snoring and Astrid’s occasional cooing from the nursery. She was already there. Again. Sabrina, hair damp from a fresh shower. She looked up when he entered — and smiled. Not a hesitant one. A real one. “Coffee?” she asked, holding up the mug. “Alam mo na agad?” he teased, walking over. “Second-to-the-last sachet of hazelnut,” she said. “Hindi mo ‘yan pwedeng ma-miss.” He took the mug, their fingers brushing briefly. She didn’t pull away right away. Neither did he. “Thanks,” he said. She shrugged. “It’s the small things, ‘di ba?” Jeo nodded, sipping. “Yeah. And this one’s perfect.” They walked along the shoreline. The morning light turned the sea silver, and for a second he was transported back to years ago — when she would tug him by the wrist and say, “Come on, takbo tayo bago mag-six a.m.!” “Peaceful today,” she murmured. He nodded. “You always liked the mornings.” She smiled faintly. “They always felt like a clean slate.” They kept walking until they reached the mangroves, where the trees arched low and the water turned glassy. It was quiet there — the kind of quiet that asked for truth. “Jeo,” she said suddenly, stopping. “Nakita ko 'yung phone mo kahapon.” He turned to her, caught. “Yung…?” “The picture,” she clarified. “Yung nilagay mo sa phone case mo.” He swallowed. “Was that okay?” “Yeah,” she said. “It was… kind. Bittersweet. Hindi ko in-expect.” He hesitated. “I didn’t do it to make you uncomfortable.” “You didn’t,” she said. “Actually… it reminded me na kahit gaano kasakit, we were something good once. Worth remembering.” A beat of silence. Then she added, “It also reminded me why it hurt so much when we lost it.” That made him pause. “Sorry,” he said. She looked at him. “For what?” “For not fighting harder.” She opened her mouth to reply, but the moment was too heavy. Instead, she stepped closer, their hands brushing. Her pinky touched his. Neither of them moved. Not closer. Not away. Just enough. --- The day was mellow. Domeng took the boat out with Geo and Siko, and Jeo was left behind to help with what Naynay called “the lunch prep of all lunch preps” — a seafood feast for the family’s dinner party later. Aileen and Janice were in full hosting mode. Naturally, Sabrina ended up beside him, cutting calamansi. “Don’t forget, ‘yung hiwa pabilog,” she reminded, smirking. Jeo rolled his eyes. “Oo nga. Hindi ako bago sa kusina.” “Sure ka ba?” she teased. “Kasi noong dati—” “Hoy. Dati pa ‘yon.” They laughed. It felt easy again. Then she handed him a plate of cleaned tahong, her hand lingering a second longer than necessary. He looked at her, eyebrows raised. “What?” she asked. “Wala lang,” he said, turning back to the sink. “Ang weird. Parang ang daming bago sa'yo, pero... sabay ang daming hindi nagbago.” “Same,” she murmured. “You still roll your sleeves the same way when nagluluto ka. You still hum that one IV of Spades song when tahimik.” He paused. “You still remember that?” “Of course.” It wasn’t flirtation. It wasn’t longing. It was memory — coming alive again in the kitchen. After lunch, Jeo wandered to the shaded nook near the hammock — a place only they used to sit in. He found her there again, humming along to the music, tying her hair into a loose bun. ++cont. [#au #jeoong #fypシ #abcxyz ]](/video/cover/7517627167077911829.webp)
