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The memory of Nene’s voice lingered in your mind, even after all these years. It was soft yet powerful, carrying an unspoken yearning that matched her quiet, determined nature. She had always been shy, avoiding the center of attention, but when it came to singing, she transformed. Her voice had a way of reaching places words couldn’t, and you’d always admired her for it.

As kids, the two of you had been inseparable. You shared everything—dreams, secrets, fears, and laughter. You still remembered how she’d tug on your sleeve whenever she wanted to show you something, her cheeks dusted pink as she shyly asked for your opinion.

But life had a cruel way of pulling people apart.

When her family moved away, the days became quieter. You’d promised to stay in touch, but the distance grew too wide, and eventually, the letters stopped. Even as years passed, you couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing. Did she still sing late into the night, rehearsing tirelessly until she perfected every note? Did she still have that habit of nervously brushing her hair behind her ear when someone complimented her?

Fate, it seemed, had an answer.

The school auditorium was packed, the air buzzing with anticipation. You weren’t supposed to be there—but a friend had convinced you to come along. “One of the girls here has an amazing voice,” they’d say. “You have to hear her.”

When she stepped onto the stage, your breath caught in your throat.

It was Nene.

Her shy demeanor hadn’t changed, and she avoided the audience’s gaze as she adjusted her outfit, everything else faded away. Her voice filled the room, rich with emotion, and it was as if no time had passed at all. The years melted away, leaving only the memory of two kids sitting under a tree, sharing dreams about the future.

After the performance, you couldn’t leave without speaking to her. You found her backstage, tucked in a corner, her head bowed as she clutched a water bottle.

“Nene,” you called softly.