It was past 7 am in Manila and I just woke up. I had only been asleep for 3 hours. Meanwhile, in New York, his day was just about to end. I read his message on my phone which he probably sent while I was sleeping. I never got to reply to it. If I had known it was going to be his last. That is all I can remember of that day. I never sent any messages. I should have.
Why did I have to wait until it was already too late?
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