Hide and Seek (Taguan tayo. Taguan ng feelings.)

Hide your feelings. Hide it until someone seeks out the truth.

Over and over again, I've said it: there really is nothing going on between us. We're good friends. That's it. He likes pretty girls, the ones that look like dieties among humans, and I... well, I at least look human when they put makeup on me.

Really, the teasing has been going on for so long that I can't believe people aren't sick and tired of it. I am, really. I'm sick and tired of it all. The hopelessness I feel behind the smiles is suffocating, but there's nothing I can do. It's my job. I chose this job. I chose it... but he was thrown my way, and I didn't know what to do.

So I went along with it.

Even he is going along with it. Well, it's his job, too, so... I guess it's a win-win strategy for both of us. Being HenBer, that's our job. A lot of people say that it's a blessing to have a job that you love, right? Then... I guess I'm blessed. I love... my job.