𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘬𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰. My earliest memory is not of toys or laughter, but of leaving. While my mother and I continued to suffer, he was already 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 - with a new family. He was successful. He was happy. He had a new home. While my mother squeezed every ounce of her strength just to put food on the table, just to push me forward even as she slowly burned out, my father was enjoying his life. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧. A neighbor. A child who became my friend - only for a moment. We called each other Rien and Damiel back then. As if it was just the two of us in the world. I 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 learned his real name. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥. We only shared a month of time, yet he left behind something 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 - something I could never 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 in the past. A butterfly hair clip, and a feeling too young to be given a name. He even promised he would marry me someday. I grew up. New faces surrounded me. I learned how to love different things. I found friends who felt like home and online connections that faded and disappeared, memories that came and went like summer rain. So why is it 𝘩𝘪𝘮 - the one who stayed for only a short while - whom I cannot forget? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵? The truth is, I want to find him. Not to revive the past. Not just as a childhood friend. My goal is to find him because instead of being just childhood friends... 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. Ye

Nyxe Hermione Vergarra, the broadcaster and news writer of "The Satellite" grew up carrying a deep resentment toward men. Something in her past left a mark she still doesn't know how to heal. She kept her guard high, her world small, and her trust locked away where no one could reach it. Then came Auxe Zheandrx Valer who wasn't supposed to matter. He was just that guy from the school publication... the popular photojournalist everyone liked, the one who always had a camera hanging around his neck and an irritatingly confident smile on his face. To Nyxe, he was just another reason to roll her eyes. Not until they have to share the same condominium. But everything changed after that one competition. During the qualifiers, Nyxe unexpectedly became his muse. In one candid moment, the angle too perfect to ignore, Auxe took the shot. He framed it instinctively, almost breathlessly, and the moment he checked the screen, he knew it was the one. He paired it with what he believed was his strongest, most compelling headline yet, submitted it, and somehow... that single shot carried him straight into the National Schools Press Conference. Slowly, the walls she built; the ones she thought were unbreakable... began to crack in small, unexpected ways. But... what happened after the NSPC?.. Yet then, She still didn't trust easily. But around him, it was the first time she didn't feel like she had to run. She despised and hated him, but he still admired and loved her. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘴. (𝑃𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ! 🩷)