Always Been My Greatest

Epilogue

And so, at last, we’ve reached the final page of our erbog couple’s journey—a love story carved from chaos, stitched together with pain, passion, and the slow-burning magic of forgiveness. From sworn enemies, through three painful breakups, to a love that dared to last—thank you for walking with me through every twist and turn of their journey.

To my beloved readers—my dear Fillies—thank you for staying, for believing in the characters I bring to life, and for holding on even when the story felt uncertain. Your constant presence means so much to me, and I truly appreciate the time and love you’ve given to this story. I love you, babies!

Sa mga editors and artists na sinasama ang bawat karakter ko sa mga gawa nila, hindi niyo po alam kung gaano niyo ako pinakikilig. Maraming-maraming salamat po sa inyo!

This chapter is especially dedicated to my main circle—my Panghe Fam (mabaho pakinggan pero mababango 'yan). They’ve always been there for me, supporting me and standing by my side throughout my writing journey. They’re the first to know how my stories unfold, the ones who help me when I’m stuck or doubting myself, and the people who will always defend and protect me no matter what—sila ang Tanggol ng buhay ko.

Thank you, Panghe Fam, for reminding me that I’m never alone, and for being one of the reasons I was able to finish this story. I love you so muchie, and I couldn’t have done this without you, guys!

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See you at the last installment of Sweet Serenade Series! ᥫ᭡.

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Epilogue

Tristan Kurt Saavedra

"Sino 'yan?"

Kumunot ang noo ni Romero. "Saan?"

"Iyong may headband sa ulo. Nakakulay black na jersey."

"Si Paulo. Tangina niyan mayabang 'yan sa basketball. Akala mo Michael Jordan kung umasta amputa."

I glanced at Paulo as Romero pointed him out. He was tall, not bulky but you could tell he could lift and throw with power. His hair was long enough that the garterized headband helped clear his face.

He was pale. So pale that the redness on his cheeks stood out vividly—probably from running under the scorching sun.

I startled when his eyes landed on us, but he quickly flicked his gaze away with a smirk—not at me, but at Romero.

Bakit naman ako madidismaya? Ano namang pakialam ko sa kaniya?

"Nakakabadtrip ka talaga, Mendoza! Kung nakakapatay lang ang tingin sisiguraduhin kong bubulagta ka talaga riyan," bulong ni Romero habang panay pa rin naman ang titig sa lalaking may headband.

Paulo Mendoza?

Lamang na ang team nina Luke, iyong pinsan ko. Kakampi niya itong Mendoza laban sa grupo ng hindi ko kilala pero mukhang tiga-rito lang din at mga kakilala nila. I wasn’t raised here, so these faces felt like strangers. Ngayong taon lang kami nalipat dito.

I tried to avoid looking at Paulo, but his swift moves and skillful shots drew my eyes back again and again. It amazed me how I could stare at a complete stranger—another guy—even for almost an entire game.