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Karina thought it was another one of Winter’s weird habits. Just like organizing her books by color. Or refusing to eat the marshmallows in cereal. So when Winter calmly handed her a tiny notebook on the first day they started dating— Karina laughed. “What is this?” “My Love Ledger.” “…Your what?” Winter flipped it open. The first page only had one number. 100%. “My love has a quota,” Winter explained. “It doesn’t disappear overnight.” “It decreases.” Karina raised an eyebrow. “…You’re joking.” Winter looked completely serious. “Every broken promise costs one percent.” Silence. “If you forget our date.” “One percent.” “If you lie.” “One percent.” “If you make me cry because of something you could’ve prevented.” “One percent.” Karina burst into laughter. “That’s adorable.” “It isn’t.” — For months… Nothing changed. Karina always kept her promises. The notebook stayed at 100%. Then work happened. A canceled movie night. 99%. “I said I was sorry.” “I know.” “So?” “You still broke your promise.” — A forgotten anniversary dinner. 98%. “I had an emergency meeting.” “I believe you.” “…Then why did it go down?” “Because I still waited.” — Another month. Karina forgot to call after a business trip. 95%. Then she promised to take Winter to the beach. She canceled. 92%. Winter never yelled. Never argued. She only opened the notebook… Crossed out another percentage… And closed it again. — At first… Karina thought it was just Winter being dramatic. Until she noticed something. Winter stopped saying… “I miss you.” She stopped reaching for Karina’s hand first. Stopped sending random voice messages. Stopped asking, “Are you free today?” Karina frowned. “When did you become so distant?” Winter answered softly, “I didn’t.” “My percentage did.” — Years passed. The notebook became thinner. Its pages filled with dates. Reasons. Broken promises. Karina had apologized for every single one. Flowers. Jewelry. Vacations. Letters. Winter accepted every apology. But… The number never went back up. — One rainy evening… Karina came home late. Again. She found Winter quietly drinking tea by the window. Without looking up… Winter opened the notebook. Crossed out another line. Then whispered— “You’re at…” She looked down. “…2%.” Karina froze. “…What?” “Two.” “No.” Winter turned the notebook around. Hundreds of tiny entries. Every promise. Every excuse. Every apology. Every percentage. Karina’s throat tightened. “…Then just…” “I’ll do better.” “I promise.” Winter smiled sadly. “You’ve promised that before.” — For the first time… Karina realized something horrifying. Apologies… Didn’t add percentages. They only stopped losing more. — “What do I do?” Winter finally looked at her. “You earn them.” “…How?” “However long it takes.” — The next morning… Karina canceled every unnecessary meeting. Not because Winter asked. Because she wanted to. She arrived before Winter woke up. Made breakfast. Burned it. Tried again. Winter didn’t smile. The notebook stayed at 2%. — A week later… Karina showed up exactly when she said she would. Every time. Still… 2%. — Ayown, daming gagawin ayoko na magaral hagsgaha Anyways continuation sa comsec #karina #winter #winrina #winrinaau

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