How Did It End? (HamBebe)

Wreck My Plans, Stop Me Dead, Kiss Me Now

The lights pulse gently, creating a dreamy glow around them, as if the universe itself is breathing in rhythm with their memories. Sheena looks around, her heart both full and heavy. It's like they've stepped back into their youth, into the summers that feels like forever. The air is warm, smelling of the ocean and bonfires, a world where nothing mattered except the laughter of her closest friends, her sisters.

She watches as Ate Aiah and Mikhs sway together under the twinkling lights, their arms loosely wrapped around each other, whispering something that makes them both laugh softly. They look like they belong in a different time, a happier one—where nothing had ever changed. Sheena can't help but wonder if they're back together, like they used to be, or if this too is just another illusion.

Ate Maloi and Ate Colet sit side by side on the sand, their fingers intertwined, a silent conversation passing between them as they watch the waves crash in the distance. Every glance between them feels like a memory stitched into the present, an echo of the endless sunsets they used to share, when the world was nothing but soft skies and salty breezes.

Even Ate Jho and Staku, the pair that always managed to turn teasing into affection, are locked in a playful chase. Staku squeals in exaggerated annoyance as Ate Jho lunges for her, but the grin on Staku's face betrays the truth. Everyone knows how much she loves this attention, how giddy she gets when Ate Jho finally catches her, pulling her close despite all the mock protests.

"Jhoanaaaa!"

They tumble into the sand, laughing, just like they did all those years ago, when nothing was serious and everything was a game. It's the kind of scene that used to make Sheena smile, a reminder of simpler, happier times when love was so easy to recognize, even when it was hidden beneath jokes and lighthearted banter.

Sheena's breath catches. It's all so perfect, so impossibly right—and yet, it's wrong. The warmth she feels is so intense, but there's a hollowness just beneath the surface, like she's standing on the edge of a dream that's about to slip away. The way everyone fits together, the way the scene unfolds like it was scripted, makes her wonder: Is any of this real?

She wants to hold onto it, to stay in this moment forever, but doubt creeps in. Her mind feels heavy, clouded, as if something is trying to pull her away from this perfect world. Why is everything so flawless? She tries to remember when things last felt this easy, this uncomplicated, but the memories blur, slipping through her fingers like sand.

And then, like a light cutting through the fog, there's Gwen.

She stands a few feet away, watching Sheena with those familiar eyes, the flickering lights casting soft shadows on her face. Tall, beautiful, with her long figure illuminated by the warm glow, she looks like she belongs in a dream. Her presence is steady, grounding, pulling Sheena back from the confusion swirling inside her.

"Hey, Bebe," Gwen's voice is gentle, and the sound of that old call sign—a call sign that once held so much comfort—makes Sheena's heart skip. In this moment, Gwen is not just a memory, but something real, something solid amidst the haze of nostalgia.

Sheena wants to respond, but her throat tightens. The weight of everything they were, everything they've been through, presses against her chest. So many summers, so many shared secrets, all flooding back at once.

"Are you tired?" Gwen asks, her voice pulling Sheena back to the present.

Sheena nods, her heart hammering in her chest. Tired doesn't even begin to describe what she feels.

"Want me to hug you, Bebe?" Gwen's voice is so soft, so familiar, it makes Sheena's chest ache.

The offer is so simple, yet it carries the weight of years—the weight of every moment they've shared, every time Gwen was there to catch her when she stumbled. Sheena nods again, and before she knows it, Gwen's arms are around her, just like they used to be. The embrace is warm, comforting, but there's something else now, something new—an intensity that makes Sheena's skin tingle.