MY FIRST AND MY LAST S2 (HAMBEBE AU)

Soft kisses at Sunrise

Three days ago, Gio found herself standing outside Sari's parents' house, heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear.

She knew she needed to make things right, to bridge the distance between her and Sari that had grown wider after Miyuki’s passing and the secrets that had come to light.

When Sari's mother opened the door and saw the determination in Gio's eyes, she seemed to understand. With a gentle nod, she quietly led Gio up to Sari's room, offering a glimmer of encouragement as she gestured for her to go inside.

Gio knocked softly before entering, and as she stepped into the room, she found Sari sitting by the window, her expression unreadable.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence thick with unresolved hurt and tension. Then, Gio broke the quiet, her voice soft and full of emotion. "Sari, I know things are broken between us, but I came here because I want to fix it. I can’t bear this distance any longer."

Sari turned to her, her gaze wary yet vulnerable. "Gio, hindi ko alam kung maaayos pa natin to. I'm still hurt."

Gio took a step closer, her voice low and earnest. "I know I made mistakes, and I can't erase what I've done. But I love you, Sari. I always have, and I always will. Please… let me show you how much you mean to me."

Their conversation ebbed and flowed with honesty, each of them laying bare their regrets, their pain, and the love they still carried for each other.

Slowly, as the barriers between them began to fall, Gio reached for Sari’s hand, their fingers intertwining in a familiar, comforting grip.

As their conversation drifted into silence, Gio gently cupped Sari’s face, their eyes meeting in a gaze full of longing and love.

The air between them grew thick with unspoken emotions, and in that instant, all the pain and distance seemed to melt away.

Slowly, Gio leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both gentle and intense, filled with a passion that had been buried beneath layers of heartache.

What began as a soft, hesitant touch quickly ignited, their emotions fueling a fire that neither of them could hold back. Gio’s hands traced familiar paths along Sari’s shoulders and back, as if reassuring herself that Sari was still there, still hers.

Sari’s fingers tangled in Gio’s hair, pulling her closer, and their kisses deepened, each touch filled with the urgency of all they had been holding back.

The night became a blur of whispered promises, tender touches, and moments of pure connection.

They moved together with an intensity and tenderness that came from a place of deep love and understanding, their bodies communicating what words could not.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in each other, finding solace and strength in their closeness.

Hours passed like minutes as they held each other close, savoring every moment, every breath. Their passion was wild, yet underlined with a sweetness that spoke of forgiveness and a desire to rebuild what had been broken.

As dawn began to peek through the curtains, they lay entwined, hearts beating in sync, a quiet understanding settling between them.

As the first light of dawn gently crept through the curtains, Gio stirred, only to find Sari nestled closely beside her, still asleep, her face soft and peaceful in the morning glow.

Unable to resist, Gio reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from Sari’s face, and leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. The touch was delicate, filled with an overwhelming tenderness and the relief of finally being close to her again.

Feeling the warmth of Gio’s lips, Sari’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled sleepily, reaching up to trace Gio’s cheek with her fingertips. “Good morning, bebe” she whispered, her voice still laced with the warmth of sleep, as her fingers curled behind Gio’s neck, drawing her down for a kiss.

The kiss deepened, becoming more than just a morning greeting it was filled with the intensity of all they had shared the night before and the passion that still lingered between them.

Their hands explored familiar paths, lingering with a renewed sense of appreciation, as if memorizing every inch, every curve, savoring the connection they’d fought so hard to reclaim.

Gio’s hands traced down Sari’s sides, pulling her closer, and they moved together in perfect sync, their breaths mingling, hearts racing.

But their peaceful moment was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. “Sari, Gio, breakfast is ready,” came her mother’s voice, light and teasing.

There was a moment of startled silence before they both stifled laughter, realizing how long they'd been in their own world.

They quickly got dressed and made their way to the dining room, where the rest of Sari’s family was already seated.

Her mother’s knowing smile was the first thing they noticed as they joined everyone at the table. Sari’s father gave them a warm nod, and Zach looked up with a grin, raising his coffee cup in a mock salute.

Kiera leaned over to whisper something to Zach, who chuckled quietly, clearly in on the unspoken happiness that filled the room. It was as though the entire family could feel the change in Sari and Gio, the weight of their struggles softened by the love that now seemed to radiate between them.

As they settled in, Sari’s mother placed a serving of food in front of Gio with an extra proud smile. “It’s good to have you here, Gio,” she said warmly, her tone full of approval and understanding. “Seeing you and Sari together again… well, it feels like things are finally right.”

Gio looked down, a bit flustered but deeply touched. “Thank you tita,” she replied, her voice soft with gratitude. She glanced at Sari, who gave her hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.

Throughout breakfast, the family shared stories and laughter, the atmosphere light and filled with warmth.

Sari felt a deep sense of relief and joy, knowing her family had welcomed Gio back with open arms. And as they exchanged smiles and glances, Gio felt an overwhelming gratitude for Sari’s forgiveness, for her family’s acceptance, and for this chance to begin anew.