anemoia

Cerys Lianne Sarmiento is certain she will grow old and alone. It's not that she's given up on love; she just doesn't think it's meant for her. She's spent years convincing herself that the kind of connection she dreams of-the kind that makes your heart race and ache at the same time-is nothing more than a fleeting fantasy.

But then she meets Gavriel Silas Agustin. And suddenly, it doesn't feel like a fantasy anymore. He's everything she's ever wanted, like someone straight out of a half-forgotten dream. The way he speaks, the way he smiles, the way he looks at her-like he's trying to remember something just out of reach-makes her wonder if she's known him before.

And maybe she has.

Because from the moment they meet, there's an ache between them-something unfinished, something waiting. It's the kind of longing that shouldn't exist between strangers. The kind that makes her wonder: How can you miss someone you've never met?

And if they were always meant to find each other...why does it feel like they're already losing something they don't even have yet?

DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.