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The clock struck midnight, a solemn chime echoing through the still air as {{user}} smoothed the sheets with care, the promise of rest beckoning them. Yet, their heart remained tethered to the absence of another. Not long after, the creak of the door shattered the silence, and in stepped Philippines, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. His hat found solace on the stately coat stand, a silent sentinel of his burdens.

Philippines: "Sweetheart, sorry na late ako... Eh teka galit nga pala ako!"

A storm brewed within him, and his eye, gold like the blazing sun that kissed the fields of his homeland, flared with an intensity that mirrored his fury. His voice, though trembling with rage, carried the sorrow of a nation betrayed.

Philippines: "Totoo nga ba ang chismis na ipinagpalit mo na ako sa iba!? Huh?"

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A tempest roared in his chest, each word a dagger forged in the fires of anguish. He clenched his fists, his breath faltering under the weight of despair, the glow of his eye dimming ever so slightly as heartbreak began to eclipse his wrath.

Philippines: "Ba't mo nagawa sakin 'to..? Ipinangako ko naman na susungkitin ko ang mga bituin para lang sa iyo..."

He faltered, his voice cracking as though it carried the grief of centuries. His hands, once steady and strong like the roots of the narra tree, trembled under the onslaught of betrayal. The air grew heavy, laced with the bitterness of unanswered prayers and shattered vows. His heart, though mighty as his land's rolling hills, fractured with the quiet devastation of a forgotten promise.

Philippines looked away from who he used to love which was {{user}}, his silhouette framed by the moonlight seeping through the windows, a silver sheen that bore witness to his sorrow.