Perigee Vignettes

12/10/2025

27/08/2025

The End Game

She’s been the archer, been the prey,
Watched teardrops on her guitar fall away.
She’s cried in the bathroom, screamed “It’s me, hi”,
Wondered why all the boys just said goodbye.

There was Harry with headlights and late-night calls,
Jake left her standing in heartbreak halls.
John played games with a purple pen,
But she turned the page with her words again.
With Style and Out of the Woods, she kept moving on—
Each love a lesson, each heartbreak a song.

But then came Kelce, with a throw and a smile,
And suddenly daylight replaced all her trials.
She wasn’t wonderstruck just for a night—
She found peace, and it felt right.

Now she says “I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”,
He says “I’d be enchanted to meet you” came true.
He held out a ring with a heart so brave,
She thought, this love is golden, like the eras I gave.

No more champagne problems, no cruel summer pain,
Just you belong with me playing again.
So here’s to the girl who wrote her scars into songs,
And the man who knew where she belonged.

Call it what you want, but it’s more than just fame—
It’s forever & always, not just a game.

19/08/2025

The uncut interview of Liza Soberano with Boy Abunda (2023)

19/08/2025

Binabago tayo ng panahon at mga pagkakataon.

🎥Alone/ Together

16/08/2025

Liza: "Me and Quen broke up almost three years ago.”

15/08/2025

𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: 𝗙𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲
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They spent ten years building a love story without ever saying “I do.” Then they walked away, convinced it had run its course. Five years later, fate brings them face to face—not as lovers, not as enemies, but as two people with unfinished pages between them.

Is love something you can grow out of? Or something you grow back into?

“Full Circle” is a quiet, tender story about time, change, and what happens when love returns after goodbye.
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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭: 𝗔 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗨𝘀

They met at 23, wide-eyed and full of big dreams. Emma was painting in the park when Daniel, a freelance writer, sat on the bench beside her, hoping to find a spark of inspiration. She offered him a smile, he offered her a story idea.

They fell in love slowly, the kind that simmers instead of burns. Over ten years, they moved cities, built careers, shared apartments, fought about groceries, and laughed about broken furniture. But they never married. Neither of them asked. Neither of them explained why.

By 33, their love felt more like a routine than a rhythm. Conversations became shorter. Silence grew heavier.

And one Sunday morning, over cold coffee and cracked eggshells, Emma said, “I think we’ve outgrown this.”

Daniel nodded.

They packed separately and left without drama.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗪𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲

Emma moved to the coast and opened an art studio. She filled her days with brushstrokes, gallery openings, and the ocean’s quiet encouragement. She dated briefly—men who were charming but never quite… him.

Daniel stayed in the city, took a job at a publishing house, and finally published his novel. It wasn’t about Emma, but she was there, between the lines. He too tried dating. It never felt real.

Years passed. They didn’t keep in touch. At first, it was painful. Then, it was easier. Eventually, it was just… history.

Until one October, five years later, Daniel walked into a small seaside bookstore to sign copies of his second book.

And there she was.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

Emma didn’t expect him. She was browsing poetry, thumbing through Rilke, when she looked up and saw Daniel standing across the room. Older, a little thinner, eyes still sharp. He looked like her memory, but more weathered.

“Emma?”

“Daniel.”

Neither smiled immediately. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was thick with everything they didn’t say for five years.

They went for coffee, just like the first time, only now they were 38. The conversation flowed easier than expected. They didn’t talk about the past—not yet. Instead, they talked about paintings and publishers, dogs they adopted, parents who got older.

They both wondered the same thing: was there still something here?

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰: 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲

For the next few weeks, they met often—walks on the beach, dinners that stretched until midnight. There was laughter, but it was different now. Softer. More cautious.

Then came the night Emma asked, “Why didn’t we ever get married?”

Daniel stared at the candle between them. “Maybe we were scared it would change things.”

She nodded. “But things changed anyway.”

He reached across the table, fingers brushing hers. “Do you ever think we gave up too soon?”

Emma hesitated. “Sometimes. But other times, I think we needed that break to become who we are now.”

They didn’t kiss that night. They weren’t sure if they should.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱: 𝗙𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲

Winter came. Emma had a gallery show. Daniel sent her a signed copy of his new book, with a note that simply said, “Still inspired by you.”

One evening, they sat in her studio, sipping wine, surrounded by unfinished canvases and old memories.

“We don’t have to force anything,” Emma whispered.

“I’m not trying to,” Daniel replied. “I’m just… here. If you want me.”

She smiled. “Let’s not make promises. Let’s just try again. As we are. Now.”

They didn’t need the fairytale ending. They had already lived the real part—the love, the loss, the longing.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to begin again.

13/08/2025

𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱
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She gave him every chance—until she had none left for herself.

In a quiet seaside town, Lina lives like the wind—gentle, forgiving, and always moving around the edges of violence. Her partner, Marcus, battles inner storms that spill into their home, leaving bruises where apologies can’t reach. But each morning, before the world wakes, Lina walks to the cliffs where the breeze never asks her to shrink.

When one night pushes her too far, Lina is forced to choose: keep chasing hope through a storm that won’t break—or become the storm herself.

The Wind That Waited is a hauntingly poetic tale of resilience, release, and the quiet power of walking away.

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭: 𝗔 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿

The house was always quiet before the storm.

Lina moved carefully around the kitchen, memorizing the creak in each floorboard. A dropped spoon, a slammed drawer — anything could be a trigger. He would be home soon. The calm before his rage always made her heart beat louder than any shouting ever could.

Marcus hadn’t always been this way. Once, he’d held her gently, told her she was the only thing keeping him together. But now his hands only knew how to shake her, push her, silence her with fire in his eyes.

Yet each time he said sorry, his voice cracked like a broken boy’s. And she — soft as wind and just as unseen — would forgive him again.

She told herself he was trying.

She told herself she had to stay.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲

Lina had a secret: every morning, just before dawn, she walked to the cliffs behind their house. The breeze there knew her name. It touched her cheeks like love without expectation.

She would sit, wrapped in a sweater and silence, watching the sky change its mind. In those brief moments, she felt like someone who could leave, someone who had somewhere to go.

She had given Marcus five second chances. Ten. Maybe more. He’d cried into her lap, punched walls instead of her — as if that was progress. She believed in the version of him that might come back.

But each apology faded quicker than bruises.

Still, like the breeze chasing leaves, she returned. Hoping this time would be different. Hoping kindness could soften fury.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯: 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

The worst fight came on a Tuesday.

She had burned the rice. That was it. Nothing more.

Marcus’s voice cracked open the walls, then his hand found her shoulder. She hit the ground, tasting copper, and for the first time, she didn’t cry. She stared at him like a stranger.

He backed away, muttering apologies, calling himself names.

And this time, she didn’t forgive.

She walked past him, through the door, into the wind.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲

Lina stood at her cliff the next morning, a purple bruise blooming below her collarbone. The breeze caught her hair and tangled it gently. It didn’t ask questions. It didn’t say “but he loves you.”

It simply stayed.

She remembered the first time Marcus had shouted — how small she had felt. How she’d decided then to make herself smaller still, to stay safe.

But the breeze was not small. It roared across the cliffs. It kissed the sea like it belonged there.

And for the first time, Lina wondered what it might feel like to stop waiting for him to change… and start changing herself.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱: 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀

She didn’t pack much — just what fit in a duffel and her own steady breath.

Marcus wasn’t home when she left. That was a gift she hadn’t expected.

At the bus station, she sat with her hands in her lap, waiting. The wind slipped through the open doors, swirling past her face like an old friend.

She smiled, just a little.

She was tired of giving all her warmth to someone who only burned her in return.

This time, she wasn’t the breeze waiting to be noticed.

She was the storm leaving.

13/08/2025

𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗶𝗿
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The breeze runs soft through broken streets,
Chasing shadows it hopes to meet.
It whispers love to those who flee,
And cools the hearts that ought not be.

It spins through doors that won’t stay wide,
Brushes past those who only hide.
It lifts the leaves, it sways the trees—
An endless giver, this weary breeze.

It lingers long where none will stay,
And gives its all, then fades away.
Each time it bends, it dares to trust,
Though every hand returns to dust.

Still, chance by chance, it dares to dance,
Through doors that never give a glance.
How long can wind give all, then grieve,
Before it learns it, too, can leave?

But onward still, it sighs and roams,
Searching for something that feels like home.
A kindness lost, a soul that sees—
Not every heart deserves the breeze.

13/08/2025

𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁
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They loved each other in every lifetime of their youth—only to lose one another every single time.
Three times they tried.
Three times they broke.
Different cities. Different dreams. Always the wrong time.

Now, years later, they’re standing on opposite sides of forever—each once engaged to someone else, each still haunted by a love that never quite died.

When fate hands them one final chance…
Will they have the courage to rewrite their ending, or walk away one last time?

“When the Timing Breaks the Heart”
A story about love, timing, and the choice to stop running.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸

Rain fell in soft sheets the night Elara met Julian. Both were strangers, ducking into the same tiny bookstore café in downtown Boston, their lives unknowingly set on a collision course. She was 24, chasing dreams in publishing. He was 26, a freelance photographer with a restless soul.

Their connection was immediate—electric, chaotic, and beautifully unexpected. They dated for seven months, lived in each other’s skin, and spoke of distant countries and future babies. But then came the offer—Elara’s dream job in London. Julian begged her to stay, but her dreams had waited too long.

“I love you, but I have to go,” she whispered through tears at Logan Airport. He didn’t stop her.

First love, first loss.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼: 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻

Three years later, they met again—this time in Paris. She was visiting for a conference; he was there on assignment. Their reunion was a blur of laughter, nostalgia, and passion too familiar to deny.

They tried again. For four months, they lived in the moment, convincing themselves that time had matured them. But Julian was offered a long-term expedition job across Asia—two years minimum.

Elara asked, “Couldn’t you say no this time?”

“I said no last time. I lost you then. I can’t lose myself now.”

Second try, second fall.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗪𝗲 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽

Another five years passed. Both were in New York. Both newly single. They collided at a wedding neither wanted to attend. The universe, ever teasing, brought them back into orbit. This time, everything felt right. They were settled, seasoned.

They promised no more ultimatums. They would make it work.

But life, cruel and ironic, had other plans. Elara’s father fell terminally ill. She moved back to Maine for over a year to care for him. Long-distance strained them. Misunderstandings widened the gap. When her father passed, Elara returned to find Julian distant, exhausted.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said.

She didn’t stop him.

Third love. Third heartbreak.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿: 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Years passed. Elara got engaged to Liam—a kind, steady architect who offered calm instead of chaos. Julian was also engaged—to Sophie, an adventurous spirit much like his younger self.

They hadn’t spoken in years until fate brought them together at a gallery opening in Brooklyn. He was exhibiting his work. She was there on a date. Their eyes locked across the room, and time folded in on itself.

Later, standing alone on the rooftop with city lights flickering below, Julian broke the silence. “You look happy.”

“I thought I was,” she replied. “Until I saw you.”

They talked all night. Not just about love—but about fear, loss, and the versions of themselves they lost chasing time.

They admitted it: the love never died. It just waited.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲

Now, a month later, they stand on the edge of everything. Both engagements called off, hearts laid bare. But the past lingers like a shadow. So many starts. So many ends.

They sit by the river, the silence thick with what-ifs.

Julian breaks it first. “What if it’s different this time?”

Elara shakes her head. “What if we ruin each other again?”

He looks at her—not with the eyes of a desperate lover, but with the quiet steadiness of a man who’s finally learned what love costs. “Then at least we ruined each other honestly.”

She reaches for his hand. Their fingers fit like they always did.

And this time… they didn’t let go.

End.
Sometimes, the right people meet at the wrong time. But if love is real, time doesn’t win. They do.

12/08/2025

𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗜 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱

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Everyone believed my twin sons died the night of the fire.

So did I.

We buried two tiny caskets after the explosion tore through our home. The police called it arson. My husband—Elliot Grant—was never found.

I blamed myself. I mourned them every day. And when Elliot’s family turned their backs on me, whispering that I was cursed, I left everything behind.

But eighteen years later, I found something that changed everything.

A photo.

Two boys. Teenagers. Identical. Standing in front of a private school in Switzerland.

My twins.

Alive.

And beside them?

Elliot.

Very much alive.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗲

My name is Selene Grant.

Eighteen years ago, I lost everything in a single night—my husband, my sons, and the life I built with blood and sweat.

The fire was ruled an accident.

But something never sat right.

Elliot’s body was never found. The insurance paid out quickly. Too quickly. And then, silence.

I tried to move on. Moved to a new city. Changed my name. Opened a bookstore.

I didn’t remarry. Couldn’t.

I had nightmares every year on their birthday.

Until one day, while sorting donated books for the shop, a thick law textbook fell open. Inside was a polaroid tucked into the pages.

Two boys. Tall. Dark-haired. The same crooked smiles I had kissed goodnight years ago.

And the date on the back?

Only three months ago.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀

I hired a private investigator.

Within days, he confirmed the impossible.

The boys were alive. Their names? Nicholas and Nathaniel Harland.

New names. New lives.

Elliot had changed his identity, moved to Europe, and was now living as “Edward Harland,” the CEO of a hedge fund in Geneva.

He didn’t just abandon us.

He stole our sons.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

I flew to Switzerland under the guise of a guest speaker at a literacy conference.

But my real mission?

To get close to my sons.

Nicholas was training for Olympic fencing. Nathaniel interned at a biotech firm. They had elite lives, endless privilege… and no memory of me.

I watched from a distance.

Then I found my opening.

At a gala hosted by Edward Harland himself, I introduced myself to my sons as a writer doing a profile on “young global leaders.”

They welcomed me with open arms.

Their father? Not so much.

When Elliot saw me, he went pale.

“Selene?” he whispered.

“Shh,” I smiled. “Let’s not ruin the party.”

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗨𝗻𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀

Over the next few weeks, I wove myself into my sons’ world.

They told me about their father’s “first wife” who died in an accident.

Me.

They knew nothing about the fire. Nothing about being taken.

But one night, Nathaniel showed up at my hotel with trembling hands and a flash drive.

“I overheard Dad talking to someone. About you. About… the fire. You were telling the truth, weren’t you?”

The files on the drive?

Forged death certificates.

Fake adoption records.

Bribes. Offshore accounts.

He faked the entire tragedy to start a new life—with my children.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

I didn’t go to the police.

No.

I went to the press.

Anonymous leaks. Photos. Documents. A full exposé on international fraud, insurance crime, and child abduction.

The story exploded globally.

Elliot was arrested at Zurich Airport trying to flee.

Nicholas and Nathaniel confronted him before the authorities took him.

“You let us believe our mother was dead.”

“You made us call another woman ‘Mom’ while she cried alone.”

As the media descended on the Harland estate, I walked away from the chaos.

My sons followed.

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𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻

We moved back home.

Not the burned-down house—I had it rebuilt, brick by brick.

On their 19th birthday, we stood in front of the place that was meant to be our grave.

They apologized. I didn’t let them.

“You didn’t betray me,” I said. “You were stolen from me.”

Now?

Nathaniel wants to become a lawyer. To fight against corporate corruption.

Nicholas coaches fencing at the local community center.

They call me “Mom” now.

Every day.

And when the world tried to turn me into a tragic story, I became something else.

𝘼 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙.