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Sara Duterte sat quietly in the dimly lit room, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound that filled the space. She glanced at the clock, her heart beating faster with every passing minute. This hotel room, tucked away from prying eyes, had become their sanctuary — a place where she and Bongbong could forget, even for just a while, the lives they had to return to once they stepped outside.
The door creaked open, and Bongbong entered. His face softened when he saw her, and for a brief moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift. He closed the door behind him, locking the world outside.
"Sara," he breathed, moving towards her.
She stood up, meeting him halfway, and for a moment, they just held each other. The embrace was both a comfort and a reminder of the risks they were taking. They weren't supposed to be here. They weren't supposed to want this.
But they did.
"How long do we have?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Not long enough," Bongbong replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch was gentle, yet it burned with the intensity of everything left unsaid.
They had always been careful, meeting only when they were sure no one could follow. Both of them had families waiting for them at home, families who knew nothing of the stolen moments they shared behind closed doors. The weight of their choices was always there, hanging over them like a shadow.
"It's dangerous," Sara said, though they both knew this already.
"I know," Bongbong replied, his eyes filled with something that was both sorrow and desire. "But I need this. I need you."
Sara looked up at him, seeing the same fear and longing in his eyes that she felt in her own heart. This was dangerous, yes, but it was also the only time she felt free. In these stolen moments, they weren't the President and Vice President. They weren't the faces of their families or the leaders of their respective dynasties. They were just Sara and Bongbong, two people caught in a web of emotions too strong to ignore.
But the reality was never far behind. Soon, they would have to return to their separate lives, to the families that depended on them, to the roles they played in the public eye. This couldn't last forever.
"When does it end?" she asked quietly, not sure if she wanted an answer.
Bongbong didn't reply immediately. Instead, he kissed her gently, a silent response to a question neither of them wanted to face. For now, this was enough. For now, they could pretend that the world outside didn't exist, that the responsibilities and the secrets didn't weigh so heavily on their shoulders.
When they pulled apart, the clock reminded them that their time was running out. They had to go back — back to their families, back to their lives. But for these few stolen moments, they had each other.
"It's never enough," Bongbong said softly, his voice filled with regret. "But it's all we have."
Sara nodded, her heart heavy with the knowledge that they would do this again. They would keep meeting in secret, hiding from the world, holding on to something they could never fully have.
And with one last kiss, they left the room, slipping back into the roles the world expected them to play.
