Free account. Shuffle only. The phone lay flat on the sheet beside me, volume down to almost nothing, speaker tinny and small like it was singing from underwater.

Whatever it wanted to give me, I got.

T.L. Ako Sa'yo.

I didn't reach for the phone. Just let it play, the acoustic guitar coming in small and tinny through the built-in speaker, a little flat, a little far away, like it was playing from the next room instead of six inches from my head.

Parang ang sarap-sarap magka-bf ulit 'no?

No face came with it. That was the part that got me — not a name, not a number I was tempted to open. Just the general, stupid ache of being somebody's iniisip. Being checked on. Being the reason a thumb hovers over send at 1 AM instead of just closing the app.

Used to have that. Forgot the exact shape of it, the way you forget a smell until it's back in the room.

I smiled at the ceiling. Alone, 12:47 AM, nobody to catch me at it — and still felt caught.

Song ended clean. No fade.

Two seconds of nothing.

"Enjoying the music? Upgrade to Premium and listen ad-free."

Same woman. Same fake cheer, uninvited, cutting through the dark like a fluorescent light flicking on in a quiet room.

I let it play out. Didn't skip, didn't lower it further. When the ad died, the next OPM track started like nothing happened — indifferent, automatic, already moving on.

I closed my eyes.

Kept the kilig anyway. Small, unspent, a little embarrassing. Didn't do anything with it.

Fell asleep smiling at nothing, like an idiot, at nobody, over a song I didn't even pick.