Chapter 1 - The Girl Behind The Mask
The story began with Eun—a boy others would call dreamable.
Not because he wore the face of an idol, nor because he stood out in every crowd. No—Eun carried something rarer. A quietness. A gravity. He was the kind of presence you noticed only when the noise of the world faded, the kind of boy whose silence spoke louder than words.
But dreams are fragile things. And Eun’s had already been shattered.
He lived each day haunted by a name, bound to the memory of a girl who had chosen someone else. The wound had not healed; it pulsed beneath every laugh, every smile, every attempt to move forward.
“Eunn,” his best friend groaned, nudging his shoulder as they walked toward the gates of the campus. “Hanggang ngayon pa rin ba? Hindi ka pa rin maka-move on? She’s gone. Wala na si Gaizel—tanggapin mo na.”
Eun kept his eyes forward, his silence saying more than words ever could.
“Bro,” his friend continued, trying to sound light but failing, “new school year ‘to. New faces, new chances, new everything. Don’t let one heartbreak chain you forever. Hindi siya worth it.”
Eun exhaled softly, a faint downward tug on his lips betraying the ache inside.
Yes, Gaizel was gone. But the pain remained, stubborn as the boy who carried it.
What Eun didn’t know—what he couldn’t know—was that this year would not be remembered for heartbreak, but for collision. Fate was already moving its pieces, weaving him into the story of a girl who was both everywhere and nowhere at once.
Her name was Seiarah Sunday Mohantes Ocampo.
To the world, she was a star—adored, envied, untouchable. She was the dream every man wanted but could never truly reach.
But stars burn out when the weight of their own light becomes unbearable.
And Seiarah was tired of shining.
Inside the limousine, the tinted glass reflected her flawless face—the same one plastered across billboards and magazine covers. Her manager’s voice carried from the front seat.
“Seiarah, we’ve got three shoots next week, two endorsements, and a premiere night. You can’t just disappear whenever you want.”
Her eyes drifted away from her reflection toward the sidewalks outside. Students laughing, chasing, living. Something she hadn’t been in years.
“I don’t want to be Seiarah anymore,” she whispered, her tone fragile yet firm. “Just call me Sunday.”
“Sunday?” Her manager frowned in the rearview mirror. “What nonsense is this?”
She finally turned, her gaze steady despite the storm in her chest.
“From now on, I’m not an actress. Not a model. Not anyone’s dream girl. I just want to be… ordinary. I’m transferring to this school under the name Sunday Mohantes.”
The manager sighed heavily, rubbing his temples, but said no more.
And so, Seiarah shed her name like a skin. To strangers, she would be no one—just Sunday, an ordinary transfer student, another face in the crowd.
A boy who could not let go of the past.
A girl who longed to escape her present.
Two lives, unknowingly set on a path toward each other.
And when they finally met, nothing about their worlds would remain the same.
