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"When he can't recognize me anymore, that means I have to let him go, even though I am still loving him. What use of it when I was his beloved when he doesn't know who I am." - FL 

Friya Lee, a director on a morning radio show on TSV Studios, had been living under the same roof with her longtime boyfriend, Sean Gonzales, a screenwriter for production dramas at the same studios. They had been together for 10 years and Friya's family expected them to plan their marriage as soon as possible. Sean's family is still in doubt about Friya's identity. His parents have not yet approved that their relationship with each other, even after all those years. They are happy together, expected to be a husband and a wife soon, until one day, Friya discovered something about Sean's secrets. 

Friya left him abandoned in their own house with no thoughts after she discovered Sean was cheating behind her back for the very first time they had been together. Friya was roaming around the capital of Manila, but little did she know, Sean's hit by a car through the pedestrian nearby and they have delivered him to the nearest hospital.  

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DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed in this drama are fictitious. Organizations, names, places, and situations are based on imagination. 

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When I Was Your Beloved

She looked at the empty street ahead of the way, and Friya couldn't remove her mind from Sean's words. Is the picture she slipped inside his locker worked? He must have regained his memories by now, thinking he might want to call him this late at night.

"You can also call me Friya," she went on. Friya continued to clench the cloth by the coat's hem. She couldn't hold this any longer, and bit her lip. She doesn't want them to be awkward, as Friya knew if they get to work the very next day, it wouldn't be that good.

The way her heart beat faster than usual signed she will not get it alright. Her sweaty palms clasped her cell phone tightly, and she could hear how he breathed on the other side of the line.

Pain of Leaving Out