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Aiah, 68, had long believed that her first love, Mikha Lim, had been lost to time-34 years ago, their hearts parted, and life carried her forward with regrets she never fully voiced. She thought those memories were tucked safely away, buried under the years, until one afternoon changed everything.
While watching her granddaughter Mara Quin Arceta laugh with her friends, Aiah's eyes landed on someone who made her world stop. There, among the crowd, was Mikhail Jae Lim, 19-the living image of the girl who once held her heart. Her breath caught, her hands trembled, and for a moment, time itself seemed to freeze.
Memories she thought were gone surged back like a storm: the first kiss that made her heart race, the whispered promises that never came true, the quiet ache of a love that had no ending. Every glance at Mikhail brought flashes of a past she had tried desperately to forget, and yet, here it was, staring back at her with the same intensity she remembered.
Why does she look so familiar? Why does her heart recognize something her mind can't explain? And most importantly-what does fate want from her now, bringing the past into the present in such a vivid, undeniable way?
Some loves never die. Some secrets are never truly buried. And sometimes, the past returns-not as a memory, but as someone standing right in front of you, daring you to remember.
Can Aiah face what she left behind, or will the echoes of a love long gone consume her all over again?