Some memories don’t fade like what we think. They wait. They wait until we are alone, until it’s quiet, until we are strong enough to face them—or weak enough to break us. The mirror in front of me does not lie, but today, it reflects someone I wasn’t. I barely recognize who this woman was. I stare into the eyes of a woman who once held everything in her hands—love, hope, dreams.

He was just the son of my mother's friend and at the same time he was my childhood friend who is more cold than ice. We are the well known POWERFUL COUPLE of this country because of the power we had. But behind that no one knows our story. This is my first time uploading a story so bare with me Thank you!This is also an Taglish story.