LEAGA FANFIC

Five years after their last film-and their last heartbreak. Lea Salonga and Aga Muhlach reunite for the sequel to Sana Maulit Muli. To the world, it's a dream come true-two actors back together. But behind the cameras, the past lingers like an open wound. Every scene forces them to relive what they once had, every line blurs the boundary between acting and truth. On screen, they burn. Off screen, they break. And when the final curtain falls, they must face the question neither dares to ask. Was their reunion a second chance? Or a reminder that some love stories are meant to live only in film? ---

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A LeAga Fanfiction

A LeAga Fanfiction

In a world shaped by regret, silence, and unfulfilled dreams, fate draws them at the most unexpected moment and it isn't soft-it's jarring, raw, and impossible to ignore. As guarded hearts begin to crack, past pains resurface, and the question lingers: can two broken souls find healing in each other, or are they merely a reflection of what they've lost? Through fleeting moments and quiet truths, something begins to form-fragile but real, tentative but powerful. Happiness, once a distant dream, now feels close. Almost reachable. But just as connection sparks, so does fear. And when the past catches up, the cost of vulnerability might be everything. What if the love they never quite believed in anymore... was once within their reach all along?

In a world built on quiet compromises and unanswered prayers, Dr. Cattlea Sarmiento never imagined that loving someone like Gab Morales would cost her everything-her peace, her credibility, and nearly, herself. Ten years ago, she walked away from the man who couldn't protect her when the world turned cruel. And for a decade, she stayed gone. Until one ordinary day, fate-unforgiving and unapologetic-brought him back. The years haven't erased the damage or dulled the ache. Gab is no longer the boy who stayed silent, and Cattlea is no longer the woman who waited to be chosen. But the thoughts of loving him-the ache, the sweetness, the fear-return with brutal clarity, refusing to be silenced. "But if the thoughts of loving you still linger... does that mean the love never left at all?"