How Did It End? (HamBebe)

I'd Give It All Up If You Told Me That I'll Be The Number One Girl in Your Eyes

Sheena's POV

"I—um—Bebe..." Sheena stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, the words slipping through the cracks of her disbelief. Her chest tightened as her world began to tilt.

"Totoo ba...? Hindi yata ako informed."

Sheena let out a weak, shaky laugh, but it stung—sharp and hollow, like choking on something she couldn't swallow. Her eyes flickered between Gwen and Sam.

Gwen nodded slowly, forcing a smile that wavered at the edges. "Yes, Be—Shee. This is Sam. My... boyfriend."

Boyfriend.

It was sharp, clear, and undeniable. Like a blade finding its mark.

The room, once vibrant with the hum of New York's energy, felt suddenly still—suffocating. Sheena stood frozen, her body rigid with shock, her heart plunging into a bottomless pit.

Her excitement, her joy at being reunited with Gwen and rekindling their friendship evaporated in an instant, like smoke dissipating in the cold, harsh air.

How long had Gwen been hiding this from her? How could she? They were supposed to share everything. Everything.

How could Gwen be standing there, so close, and yet feel so distant?

Sheena tried to keep her face neutral, tried to hold her breath—but her mind was in chaos.

Ano nanaman, 'to? Nakakapagod na.

She had come to New York with Gwen to escape—not just the distance of the city, but the weight of everything back home. It was a chance to filter out the noise— the relentless bashing after her messy breakup with Josh, the whispered pity behind forced smiles, the heavy silence in rooms where she felt too much like a ghost, unnoticed and unwanted. It was the kind of isolation that slowly ate her, a hunger for acceptance she could never quite satisfy. She had come here to start over, to heal. To be with the one person who had always made her feel whole—the girl who had a way of turning the most broken parts of her into something worth loving.

But somewhere along the way, somewhere between all the shared routines and grand efforts they make for each other, Sheena realizes the one thing she has never been ready to face— Gwen, the girl she has always loved with everything she has, is capable of loving someone else. And it isn't her.

The reality of it sank in, sharper than any knife that accidentally sliced her finger when she was younger, and Sheena felt her heart break all over again. She had been so consumed by her own longing, by the hope that maybe, just maybe, she could be more than just Gwen's best friend. She had wanted to be seen, to be accepted—not just by Gwen, but by everyone who had ever judged her, who had ever dismissed her because of her past mistakes. She had wanted to prove to them that she could grow, that she could be someone better than the girl they thought they knew.

But now, with Gwen's relationship out in the open, Sheena felt like a fool. She wasn't the one Gwen chose. She wasn't the one to take her heart. In that moment, all Sheena could do was wish she had never let herself believe in a possibility that would never come true.

She wondered, was this what Gwen felt every time she had secretly hidden her boyfriends in the past?

Sheena had never known it could hurt this bad. She had never known how much it would cost to love someone secretly, never giving her the chance to be more than just the "best friend." Especially now... especially when her feelings for Gwen had been growing—rooting deeper with every shared moment in New York. It wasn't just the late-night conversations, the quiet touches, the way their hands would linger a moment longer than necessary. It was everything.