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Silent Duty
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Making Past Perfect Visions of Shadows and Resolve
The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the kitchen as everyone gathered for breakfast. Plates clattered gently, and the aroma of freshly cooked rice and vegetables filled the air. Despite the homey atmosphere, the tension in the room was palpable—everyone was preoccupied with thoughts of the dangerous mission ahead.After they finished eating, Isabela cleared her throat and looked across the table at her parents, Diego and Juanita. "Mother, Father, I need to tell you something."Diego set down his cup of coffee, giving her his full attention. "What is it, hija?" he asked.Isabela glanced at Alice and Pedro who sat quietly beside her. She took a deep breath. "We have a plan. We're going to save Johnson and Isagani, but... we need to go to Laguna first to ask for help from Pedro's father."Pedro nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "My father and brothers—they’re part of the guerrilla organization in Laguna," he admitted. "They can help us."Juani
Last Updated : 2024-10-07Making Past Perfect Perils on the Road to Safety
During the journey, Alice found herself increasingly disturbed by the vision she had seen earlier—one that involved Leonora and Corazon. The ominous details haunted her thoughts, making it hard to focus. She glanced at Isabela, who was sitting in the front seat of the car, disguised as a pregnant woman, her face a mask of concentration. The tension in the vehicle was palpable, especially with the looming threat of being caught by the Japanese soldiers at the checkpoints. Lito was driving cautiously, aware of the delicate nature of their mission.Alice leaned forward slightly and spoke in a low voice, careful not to alert Lito, who might become confused by what she was about to say.“Isabela, please do me a favor,” Alice whispered.Isabela turned her head slightly to meet Alice’s gaze, her brow furrowed with concern. “Of course, what is it?” she asked quietly.“I need your help looking after Leonora,” Alice said, her voice barely audible. She refrained from calling her “Nana,” as she us
Last Updated : 2024-10-08Making Past Perfect A Quiet Respite Before the Storm
It was already dark when Alice and Pedro reached the house, the familiar structure looming ahead in the night. The quiet seemed unnerving after their long, tense journey. Pedro pushed open the door and called out, “Anyone home?”Silence greeted them. The house was empty. No Ramon nor Apolonia and definitely no Isagani showed up when they arrived.“I don’t think they’re here,” Alice said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked around, the dimly lit interior of the house giving off an eerie, deserted feeling.Pedro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, let's find something to eat first. I’m famished.” He headed towards the kitchen with Alice trailing behind.Pedro began searching through the kitchen, instinctively moving towards the hidden supply box under the table in the corner. His hands moved quickly and efficiently, much like someone who had done this many times before. Alice watched him, admiring his calm and capable demeanor. His movements reminded her of John
Last Updated : 2024-10-09Making Past Perfect A Long Journey at Dawn
Pedro awoke just before dawn, feeling the chill in the air. Alice lay snuggled in his arms, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold that seeped through the cracks of the old wooden walls. He wasn’t ready to move just yet, still tired from the days of hiding and constant travel. But they couldn't afford to linger. They needed to reach the captain’s house in the mountains if they were to have any chance of finding his father and securing help.For a moment, he simply watched Alice as she slept, her face peaceful and relaxed in slumber. Despite the exhaustion etched into her features, her beauty still stunned him. He had never seen anyone like her—she was not just beautiful in the ordinary sense, but something more, almost otherworldly. His fingers gently traced the outline of her face, brushing against her soft skin. He wondered, not for the first time, if he could somehow stay by her side forever, even though the world around them seemed determined to tear them apart.Leaning down, Ped
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Before noon, Alice and Pedro finally reached the captain’s house, exhaustion hanging over them like a heavy fog. They hurriedly knocked on the door, their fists rapping against the wood urgently, but there was no answer.“It seems that there’s no one inside,” Alice said, disappointment etched on her beautiful face as she glanced at Pedro.“I’ll check,” Pedro responded, determined. He quickly walked around the house, peering through windows and searching the backyard. But it was clear—there wasn’t a soul in sight. Returning to the front porch, he found Alice still waiting, her expression now clouded with concern. He slumped onto the floor beside her.“I wonder where they are,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, suddenly feeling the weight of the long journey on his shoulders.Pedro and Alice sat together on the wooden floor, a sense of hopelessness creeping into their hearts. The silence of the surroundings felt oppressive, but suddenly, out of the corner of Pedro’s eye, he
Last Updated : 2024-10-11Making Past Perfect Silent Threats
Upon entering the guerrilla camp, Alice and Pedro felt the weight of their exhaustion. The camp bustled with activity, but there was an air of somber determination. In the Captain’s tent, they found Juan, the newly appointed captain, standing over a hand-drawn map spread across the table in front of him. His eyes traced the lines of the map, but his mind seemed elsewhere.“Our condolences. I heard what happened to the Captain,” Alice said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow.Juan nodded grimly, not allowing himself to dwell on the loss of his brother. As the new captain, he needed to be strong, to lead. Mourning could wait until after they won this fight. “Thank you,” he muttered, his voice low but resolute.“What happened to the others?” Juan’s tone shifted, more focused now, as he looked between Alice and Pedro. His expression was solemn, the lines of responsibility weighing heavily on his face. They had been planning to rescue their townspeople from the Japanese, but when they arri
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Second Lieutenant Ichiro Minamoto signaled his men to move forward with calculated stealth. He led a platoon of the Imperial Japanese Army, tasked with a crucial mission—scout the mountains in Quezon and Laguna to find and eliminate the guerrilla camps. Tonight, his instincts told him, they were going to succeed.Earlier that afternoon, one of his men had come running to their makeshift hideout with alarming news: three of their comrades had been captured by the guerrillas. The soldier had tracked the captors, observing from a distance as the guerrillas brought the captured soldiers deep into the mountains. The discovery of the enemy’s position was an opportunity Ichiro could not afford to miss. He rallied his squad leaders, knowing they were some of the best in stealth and night attacks."I trust them," Ichiro thought, glancing at the silent figures moving in the darkness beside him. He was confident tonight would bring victory, and the thought of it sent a thrill through his veins.
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Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees.Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.“We heard the explosions and came as fast as we could,” Terry said, his voice low but firm as he approached Roberto. The firelight flickered across his face, casting deep shadows. He glanced toward Captain Juan, nodding in acknowledgment before his eyes settled on the Japanese captives.Captain Juan returned the nod. “We managed to capture their leader, Ichiro Minamoto, but he’s been tight-lipped so far.”Terry’s expression darkened as he strode t
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Things would have been different if Alice had never time-traveled to the past.She knew that. Felt it in her bones.If she hadn’t gone back, Leonora would be on the brink of death by now—frail, isolated in the Philippines, her healing powers still locked away by Corazon’s curse.She would have never met her son. Never found the closure she deserved after years of torment.And Pedro… Pedro would have died alone in his apartment in California, the walls silent, no goodbye to his father, no final hugs from his siblings. Just emptiness.Alice thought about it often, late at night, when the world outside was quiet and her mind wouldn't let her rest.She had saved them. In a way. But the past was still unraveling in places she couldn’t reach.The only problem was, back in that stitched-together past she left behind, Leonora’s son still hadn’t returned. No letters. No word. Just silence, stretching for years like a wound that refused to heal.And Alice, she realized, knew almost nothing about
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When they arrived in California in the early 1960s, they didn’t just cross an ocean, they crossed into an entirely new version of themselves. The paperwork was processed slowly, over weeks, and interviews and translations and signatures that Ramon didn’t understand but trusted Simon to guide.On one particular form, Ramon was asked his family name again. The immigration officer, tired and thick-accented himself, looked up and said, “Do you want to keep the old spelling? We can Anglicize it.”Ramon blinked. “Anglicize?”“Make it easier for Americans to pronounce,” the officer said, already halfway through typing.Simon looked at his father. “We can change it, if you want.”Ramon glanced at Marisa, at his sons, at Leonora who nodded once. A future was waiting, and it needed a name.“Taylor,” Ramon said. “We’ll be the Taylor family now.”The officer nodded and finished typing.And just like that, it was done.Pedro, legally became Peter Taylor.The name felt strange at first, like a suit
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In the days after the wedding, after the time slip and the letter from Tomas, Alice finally began to breathe again.For the first time in years, the world felt like it was shifting under her feet, not because she was time-traveling but because she was finally grounded.And somehow, as all the loose ends of their wild, overlapping journeys began to settle, her mind and heart came full circle, back to Johnson.They had known each other since childhood. They were both stubborn, fiercely competitive, and raised on discipline and quick reflexes.They trained martial arts side by side, trained under the same instructors, and earned their belts on the same mats. As teenagers, they sparred in tournaments and sometimes walked home with matching bruises and matching trophies.They had always been close, even before magic and time travel turned Alice’s world into something only he could understand. Johnson has loved her since their childhood when everyone else thought Alice was weird and anti-s
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The sound of laughter faded like a dream.For a moment, everything was light... Leonora’s arms wrapped around her, Pedro’s promise still echoing in the night air, the scent of sampaguita filling her lungs. The glow of lanterns, the feel of bare earth beneath her heels, it was all there.And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.The lanterns became Edison bulbs. The laughter turned to modern chatter. The floral scent gave way to the sharp tang of city air and grilled skewers.Alice opened her eyes and blinked.She was back in Pasadena.Back in 2024.And... she was sitting on the same chair, beneath the same string of lights at Fernando and Odette’s wedding reception. Only seconds had passed for the people around her.Her champagne glass still sat on the table, full. Her plate of untouched food was still warm.The music continued playing, and no one seemed to have noticed her absence.No one except Johnson.He had turned just in time to see her blink strangely, her eyes suddenly gl
Making Past Perfect A Heart That Waits
The church bells were still echoing faintly through the trees as guests made their way from the small church in Tipas to the reception at Ramon's house. The modest home had been transformed into a wedding wonderland: the entire front yard covered with strings of capiz lanterns, white curtains billowing gently in the afternoon breeze, and long tables lined with woven banig runners, fresh flowers, and candleholders fashioned from hollowed coconut shells.Children dashed under the tables, roosters crowed from behind the bamboo fence, and neighbors arrived bearing food wrapped in banana leaves, bowls of ice, and stories to share.A bamboo arch wrapped with palm fronds and sampaguita marked the entrance. The smell of roasting pork, fresh lumpia, and sweet coconut drifted in the air like a call to gather.Alice stood off to the side for a moment, taking it all in. Time travel had never felt quite this… alive.“I forgot how vivid it all was,” she whispered to herself, hands clasped tightly i
Making Past Perfect Happily Married
Days passed quietly in Johnson and Alice’s lives but not in the household of the Sanchez family.Odette sat on the wooden bench just outside her parents’ house, twisting the edge of her skirt with trembling fingers. Fernando stood beside her, tall, tense, eyes darting between her and the half-opened door where angry voices spilled out.“I still can’t believe this,” her mother was saying, for what felt like the hundredth time. “You’re pregnant? And he’s a foreigner?”Odette winced.“He’s not just some foreigner, Mom,” she said loudly, trying to stay composed. “I love him.”“You barely know him,” her father thundered from inside. “And you expect us to just smile and clap while you get married to someone who can’t even tell where he came from?”Odette squeezed Fernando’s hand. “Just let me talk to them.”After a few more minutes of raised voices and family tension, her parents finally came outside—her mother pursing her lips tightly, her father eyeing Fernando like he was the cause of ev
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2024In the stillness of the night, Alice twisted under her sheets, a faint crease of worry etched between her brows. Her breath was uneven, caught somewhere between sleep and panic. The dream had returned—but this time, it was more vivid than ever.She was not in her room anymore. She was standing in a dimly lit alley that reeked of urine and old sweat. The air was heavy. Thick. The kind that clung to your skin and didn’t let go.And there was Leonora.Beautiful. Broken.She stood near the edge of the alley, barefoot, bruised, and trembling in a thin, torn dress. Her hair, once jet black and glossy, was now matted and dulled by grime and blood. Her eyes—those eyes Alice knew so well—were hollow. But they flickered, faintly, with something deep underneath: rage, shame, fear, and a sliver of hope that refused to die.Then Alice saw her.Corazon.Still alive.Still poisonous.She stood a few meters away, counting thick wads of pesos with one hand and holding a small ledger with the othe
Making Past Perfect The Suitor From Clark
Simon stood on the steps of the barracks, gripping the edge of the railing like it might steady his nerves. The sun was just breaking over the Clark Airfield compound, casting long shadows across the jeep parked near the mess hall. Nathan, wiping grease from his hands after an early inspection run, looked up with a furrowed brow.“You okay?” he asked. “You look like you just got drafted again.”Simon scratched the back of his head. “I need a favor.”Nathan narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess. It involves a girl.”Simon laughed nervously. “Yeah. Leonora.”“Figured. What is it?”“I want to go to Tipas. Not just to visit,” Simon said, standing straighter. “I want to meet her family. Do it the right way. Ask for their blessing.”Nathan raised his eyebrows. “So you’re going full ‘suitor from the provinces’ now?”Simon grinned. “Apparently there’s a whole tradition—harana, pamanhikan, everything. I’ve been reading, practicing my Tagalog... failing at it.”Nathan crossed his arms, smirking. “Yo
Making Past Perfect Call From The North
The early morning haze still lingered over the rice paddies when Pedro found Leonora barefoot in the field behind Ramon’s house, her hands cupped around a wounded kingfisher. Dew glistened on the leaves, catching the pale gold light of sunrise. Pedro watched as she whispered something under her breath. A soft glow flickered from her palms, and within seconds, the kingfisher’s wing straightened with a crack that sounded more like relief than pain.It chirped once, flapped its wings, and took off into the sky.“You could’ve told me you were leaving before dawn,” Pedro called out.Leonora glanced back with a faint smile. “You were still asleep. And you snore like a bull carabao.”Pedro scoffed, approaching with a lazy grin. “You’ve been hanging around Ramon too long. You’re starting to sound like family.”Leonora shrugged, brushing dirt from her skirt. “Maybe I am.”Their bond had shifted over the last few months—not romantic, not quite friendship either. Something rooted deeper. He was
