Dear Yesterday,

Prologue

Some people come into your life as strangers. Others stay long enough to become friends. But there are those rare souls who quietly become something more—people who know every version of you, who carry pieces of your heart without asking, and who make the word family feel far greater than blood ever could.

Because sometimes, the family you choose is the one that saves you.

Friendship is often described as temporary, a chapter that eventually comes to an end. Yet there are bonds that refuse to fade with time. Bonds that survive distance, silence, misunderstandings, and years spent apart. No matter where life takes them, they always find their way back to one another.

That was the kind of bond they had.

They were never just best friends.

They were sisters—not by birth, but by every promise they kept, every tear they wiped away, every dream they chose to believe in together. They watched each other grow from little girls chasing sunsets into women carrying ambitions far bigger than themselves. Each of them possessed a quiet strength, a courage that wasn't measured by how loudly they spoke, but by how fiercely they continued despite everything life had thrown at them.

They were dreamers. Fighters. Survivors.

And above all else, they were soul sisters.

But every beautiful story carries a chapter that people wish they could rewrite.

There was once a time when laughter echoed louder than pain, when the future felt endless, and tomorrow was never something to fear. Those memories became the place they returned to whenever life grew too heavy—a home built from shared smiles, whispered secrets, and promises that seemed impossible to break.

Until they did.

The past they cherished slowly became the past that haunted them.

Some memories are meant to be remembered. Others become prisons that follow you no matter how far you run. You can leave the town, change your life, build new dreams, and convince yourself you've moved on—but there are histories that linger. They wait in familiar places, in forgotten photographs, in songs, in names, and in the silence between people who once knew each other by heart.

You don't outrun the past.

Eventually, it finds you.

And when it does, you're left with only two choices: keep running, or finally turn around and face everything you've spent years trying to forget.

This is the story of four women who could stand against the world, yet found themselves powerless when confronted by the ghosts of yesterday.

Because sometimes, the hardest battle isn't fighting for your future.

It's making peace with your past.

Meet Allizshia Hiyara Jaydelin Leveriza and Allyzhea Haliya Atarah Leveriza—dizygotic twins, different in appearance but inseparable at heart. They were raised knowing that love was never measured by resemblance, but by the unwavering certainty that someone would always choose to stay.

Standing beside them are the two people they have always called home: Annieah Edeleen Samara Almario and Talitha Allena Ulana Lidstrom. They may not share the same blood, but they share something even rarer—a bond forged through years of trust, and unconditional love.

Together, they were never simply four girls.

They were a family.

Or at least, they used to be.

Because every family has a story.

And every story has a beginning that no one dares to revisit.