Prolouge

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The set was always busy, filled with the "chismisan" of crew members, the sounds of props, and the shots of cameras when they are doing a shooting. They are both actresses in the same production, nagtatrabaho ng mahabang oras sa mundong mabilis ang pag takbo. At first, trabaho lang naman talaga lahat eh—lines to memorize, scenes to perfect. But over time, parang may nangyaring kakaiba sa pagitan nilang dalawa.

It was nothing obvious at first—a lingering look between takes, a shared laugh over a joke no one else got. Then there were the small touches—accidental brushes of hands while adjusting clothes or when they passed one another on set. Nothing more sa panandaliang panahon, but it lingered.

Today, as they prepared for the next scene, nag iba ang kanilang nararamdaman. The subtle touch of her hand against the other's wrist when reaching for the same prop made her heart skip, even if no one else noticed. It was only a moment, but it was enough to make everything else fade into the background.

They went back to their roles, slipping into character as if nothing had changed. But the air around them was thicker now, charged with something unspoken. Neither of them acknowledged it, but both felt it—waiting, just beneath the surface

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