Two years had passed since they last saw each other at the airport — the day they chose their dreams over their love.
In those two years, the world only saw success.
Maria Luna Catingbig became a globally celebrated artist, living in luxury, her exhibitions admired across countries, her name printed in magazines, her works sold for millions. She was independent, self-made, and unstoppable — exactly the life she once dreamed of.
And somewhere far away, in the Philippines,
Rafael Xavier Murillo built something of his own.
The boy who once loved flowers more than anything had turned that quiet passion into a powerful empire. He was now the CEO of Love by Flowers, one of the most successful handcrafted floral companies in the Philippines. His company didn't just sell bouquets — it sold memories preserved in flowers. Resin frames, preserved petals, handcrafted floral keepsakes… creations meant to last even when time moved on.
People believed it was a brilliant business idea.
Only Raffy knew that flowers were never just flowers to him — they were his language of love, the purest way he had ever expressed what he felt.
They were both successful.
They were both admired.
And yet, both of their lives carried memories that success could never replace.
That night, Luna returned to her mansion in her black Lamborghini. The engine stopped, and for a moment she simply sat there, eyes closed, gathering the strength to step back into her quiet, luxurious life. She looked tired — not the tiredness of work, but the tiredness of constantly being strong.
She finally stepped out and walked inside. As soon as she entered, her mother came forward warmly. Luna didn't say anything; she just hugged her. It was a short hug, but it carried all the exhaustion she never showed the world.
"I'm tired, Ma… I'll go to my room," she said softly.
Her mother nodded gently as Luna walked upstairs, her heels echoing faintly in the silent house.
Luna opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. The room was grand, decorated with expensive paintings and awards, but her eyes didn't stop on any of them. They went straight to one particular place on the wall.
There hung a delicate wall piece — a preserved sunflower sealed in resin.
The last flower Raffy had given her at the airport before they separated two years ago.
She slowly walked towards it, as if drawn by a memory she never allowed to fade. Her fingers gently touched the surface, her eyes instantly softening.
"Oh… I remembered you again," she whispered with a faint smile.
She kept looking at it, her voice turning softer, more honest than she ever allowed herself to be.
"Honestly, I kept this so I can remember you every morning when I wake up… and every evening when I come back."
Her smile deepened slightly.
"So once more… at least for thirty minutes, my heart beats only for you. I know it beats for you every second… but this… this is just to ensure myself."
She leaned forward and gently kissed the hanging.
"A kiss for my baby," she murmured quietly.
"I don't know what you are doing right now, Raffy… but this is the kiss for today. I never forget to kiss you… not even once… in these two years."
She stayed there for a few seconds more, holding onto the memory like it was still alive.
Then she slowly changed into comfortable clothes and lay down on her bed without eating anything. Sleep took over quickly, heavy and silent, as if her body finally gave up after holding emotions all day.
An hour later, at exactly midnight, there was a soft knock on her door.
"Luna… baby… open the door."
She stirred slightly and opened the door with sleepy eyes.
"Ma… I'm not hungry," she murmured weakly.
Her mother didn't argue. She simply walked inside, sat beside her on the bed, and began feeding her gently with her own hands, just like she used to when Luna was little.
Luna quietly ate without protesting, her eyes half-closed, her mind drifting somewhere between the present and a memory filled with sunflowers.
The room stayed calm and silent…
as the night held onto emotions that words didn't need to express..