Brixter Sy - Icy look (look a like of Theo Theodiridis and Alexis Georgoulis) one of the male greek handsome, rich and powerful for everything.

He saw Jesie in an expected way. He always though about her. He felt something different whenever he was with her.

Brixter promise to himself that he will do everything to make her mine.

Jesie Dais - isang simpleng babae tanging pangarap makapagtrabaho upang makatulong sa pamilya. Hate nya ang mga lalaking may itsura tapos mayaman pa. Para sa kanya isang pangarap o hibang pag pinansin ka ng mga ala greek handsome.

We walked towards a beautiful sea, some beautiful dolphins jumped . I was mesmerized. He was staring at me he was speaking nothing. He keeps looking and I just don't know why. His looks skipped a beat of my heart. Like in dramas the hero looking at the heroine and then he gets close and kisses her. All this was running within my brain. But the truth was nothing like that was going to happen. I really felt that I should control the level of watching such things because I am getting freaking nuts. Crazy me.
        He smiled again. I was terrified " is he able to read my mind?" He said yes. Oh! My god … I was totally felt embarrassed. I felt like tearing land into two and getting drowned into it.  "I am sorry I did not meant to be a jerk .." he walked close to me pulled me close to him, my whole body was motionless like statue. Oh god what is he up to. Trying to hit me or what god lots of question, please don't hurt me I am sorry all these was within my brain.  Heart was beating fast, time stopped. Breath was out of control.  He laid his hands around my waist, staring deep into my eyes  closing the left distance, his lips tasted mine. Whole time came  to a pause. I closed my eye and felt everything. It  was magical, a new feeling for me. His body was cold still his touch made a different feeling like flowers blooming through my heart.  It was like intense feeling which I didn't wanted to stop.
    My eyes were closed I was able see me fly with all my pains were set aside. I was being happiest than ever. But at that point of all  the happiness was like the one which I had been looking all my life. Yet there were images and clips in my heart that I always was trying to run away from. His lips were like a different path to different world were truth was hiding. Before I could realize that it began. Oh my!.. there was my first crush standing right in front. Where I was all set to confront my crush to him.  But actually I didn't wanted to approach him, still  I confronted it.  His expression turned blue. At first it was tough to figure that one. But slowly by time all was clear. Time I realized fact of love is defined only by looks and cleverness not by heart. Though it is true that it exist for few from heart. When we think of love I mean true love. What actually we are searching for is the respect, care, concern, a person who can hold us close to them without judging us in anyway. Many agree to the fact not all the point I said would be right but few are true. Eventually the fact is not every time we get things we wish in our life. We get few sometimes. Taking about  love is that, it is about  needing lots of thing but more preferred is "will to understand", the power to hold by the side. As two souls of different concepts come together and accept the fact they love and then after few years it vanishes away. Then the first question arises if it had existed between the two then what broke them apart, they say their own cooked up reason. But the truth is they never hold on, they just accepted the fact what they thought has existed had never existed. Hmmm I know it is a little bit confusing or totally confusing.
    To the answer of what actually love is we have to do great research over it. Now when I had my first rejection I was dishearten felt  like I was broken. But the fact is I was not at all broken, it was all the effect of movies I saw. Actually I never loved that person I was all just attracted. You may think how did I realize that? Lets clear that or let me give a try to explain you.  So it was like he was a new friend just like me, but a little more lost than me. He used to share his emotions, feeling of not able to define himself etc. I used to hear him out and used to help him to get out of his issues. Fun fact here was I was more in a loop than him. Slowly he got attracted and felt love. He  expressed himself to me. If I was in love with my crush then I would have never took time to say yes to him. I nearly took a lot of time why? Was I not feeling anything for him. I never defined my answer to him, a fear was hiding within me. Still we were close to each other. With time I lost control over my emotions and I left one of the great friend I had. Though he was my crush but was also a great friend, his bond to me was not love but thread of great friendship. We misjudged ourselves, and what we are now left with nothing than a hatred for each other. Friendship was gone while we misjudged that minutes emotions as love. To gain him back I tried a lot but truth was, he was in search of person who could confront him at that stage. And maybe the way he wanted confrontment was replicated in me. So when he figured out that I was not right one to take care of him, he broke the friendship too. He never realized both of us were wrong but friendship was true. At that time too I couldn't find what is love. To define love there is no age, we have to just let it come to us at the right time. Don't hope all the feeling is love, some time it is just you need a friend than a pair to express your own self.
  Oh my god! I am screwed, dawn I am still kissing him, gosh I got lost. I pray he wont think I am a jerk. I pulled back suddenly and stared towards the sky. Don't be embarrassed I now you got lost. Its absolutely fine. He  was fine and not judgmental what a piece of art he is my god. Can you just tell me who you are?  it is like walking with a total stranger and now kissing him in a flow for so long. How can I not be embarrassed? But I think reason for being embarrassed is not knowing me, its because you were into me for long without even thinking of stopping what going on between us. I think we should walk without wasting time.  Oh god!.. point he made, may be right. But he should think more in a thoughtful manner, because he has kissed a girl in dead world and not even ready to introduce himself. I would prefer at least a name.
    I did not utter a word and started to walk.
Walking with him was easier and was more comfortable than usual. Kissing him has made little change I guess. Sounds crap but feels more like cheesy. Emotions were derived into a dead me. Hehe freaking good I feel.

She was his love and he was her lover
Every day they meet
And greet
Each other
But at nights 
When the lights 
Are off
And dreams are on
They both go to a same place and draw
Sketches of unseen sceneries before
The curtain of night falls
And light comes in
"Oh god, what is that thing"
They think it together
And wake up at the same time
And they are the ones who define
True love does not need real life,
Real people, they only rely
Upon the dreams that defy
All rules all books
And all stories comes true
Not just they have each other
Not only a future
They have a universe together
But reality plays a cruel game
One of them is a doctor
The other one's insane.
The lady is a psychologist at the place
Which holds her lover, the patient insane
The lady, the psychologist
Loses its second half
Becomes psycho
And now they are not apart
But only in chains.
They look at each other
While getting shocks to the brain
That lost itself at the first glance
That's how this story ends
And they lived happily ever after

A story of two souls, two minds: Two hearts combined

Hate, we use the word hate for many reasons. There are some people that we hate, for instance. One of my teachers, I absolutely hate. Well, lets define that word today.

Hey guys today is a little different than usual. Thing is, I'm at a writer's block, and couldn't find anything to write about. Episode 4 was originally supposed to be about how I hate my 2nd period class, but after reviewing it. It was shit, so that is why we are discussing the word, HATE, today.

Google's translation for the word, HATE, is this: Feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone). Intense or passionate dislike.

So, why do we use the word, HATE? Well, it all depends on your definition of the word. I define it as this, hhich kinda is like the Google's translation, but worded different: Dislike towards someone.

Which kinda is like the Google's translation, but worded different. There's some people that I definently hate, my 2nd period teacher. For the way he acts. Not the class itself. And some other people I definently HATE, only fir leaving me behind or not wanting to be around me for stupid reasons. 

If you see the pattern here, we don't actually hate the person, we hate their actions towards us. Now, you may think differently on this, but I don't think anyone is capable of actually hating a single person. We just don't like their actions, because they might've hurt us. I definitely got hurt at most points of my life but I don't HATE the person, it feels weird not to HATE them after what they have done to you, but that's just it. We can't HATE anybody, only their actions.

I'm not sure why I started this, but it's true. You only hate people for their actions. I sure do. I don't know why, I hate them, but I really do miss her company. 


Sorry, if you didn't like this little short story. Well, next week will be same. I'll dive down into what the world gets wrong most of the time. Spitting out my opinions. Plus I gotta write down the stuff that's happening in my life and that requires me to recall all those events and right now it's a little hard because I'm going through some stuff right now.

-With Love
     MrMacaroni


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Real true stories that has happened and currently happening in my Highschool life. My name is Isaiah and a Junior at a certain school. These stories are funny, boring or sad. Hope you enjoy my adventures at school and beyond.

It was the day they were leaving everything behind...for their true love, they were a little scared but they were so in love with each other and they would not trade it for heavens, all they needed was each other...to go through anything, they wanted to live with each other even when they were ghosts, tell me? do you really see this kind of love these days, we live in a society where we can never fully trust anyone, people don't even trust themselves alas what the world is now...
Prince's Luci's POV
So today is the day...today is the day I leave everything, but why do I not care at all? BECAUSE I AM ONLY HUMAN, everyday my parents tell me how much of a disappointment i am and how i much i mean nothing to this world, i have cried, i have lived like this for 20 years! i have followed their rules like a toy, i have been holding everything inside me, i tried to be good, good for them...BUT IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH! WHAT DO THEY THINK? I AM NOT HUMAN? how would they know what it feels like to be treated this way, EVERYONE RESPECTS THEM! THEY HAVE TO! OR THEY WOULD BE KILLED.THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE EXCEPT RICHES AND THEIR UGLY REPUTATION. EVERYONE IS A HUMAN THEY DO NOT DESERVE TO BE TREATED THIS WAY...THEY ALSO BLEED...THEY ALSO HAVE PROBLEMS...MY PARENTS ARE NO ONE TO DEFINE ANYONE...NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO MAKE DECISIONS FOR SOMEONE ELSE.

As she sat on that train reading a love story which she was eager to complete, she felt this weird feeling as soon as people entered the train..it felt tho as if she had a special connected with one of them..what was this tho?
A long time ago in the lands of Ameira, there once lived two lovers they had been separated no other than because one of them were a part of the Royale family, but that day he had promised her, "Don't worry we will be together forever in another life"...

De·fine /dəˈfīn/ 

verb 

Gerund or present participle: defining 

Describe exactly the nature, scope, or meaning of. 

Synonyms: Interpret. Clarify. Designate. Determine. 

Grav·i·ty /ˈɡravədē/ 

noun 

In physics, gravity is the natural force that causes things to fall toward the earth. 

Hindi ko alam na nahuhulog na pala ako. 

I was already falling.. 

But not towards the earth. 

It's towards her. 

Synonyms: Attraction. 

Gravity is a force of attraction that exists between any two masses, any two bodies, any two particles. 

I was already attracted to her. 

Drawn to her from the moment we met. 

Wala akong plano na magpakilala sa kanya nung una. 

But I couldn't take my eyes off of her. 

"Lucas?" 

"Hmm?" 

I suddenly heard her laughing. Napatingin tuloy ako sa kanya. 

"Papanuorin mo lang ba siya umalis?" 

"Huh?" 

She raised her eyebrows at me. 

"We both know what that look meant." 

Umalis ako sa counter para ayusin yung mga gamot na nasa likod ko. 

"I'm not doing anything." 

"Yan." Sabi niya. "Yan yung dahilan kung bakit hindi ka parin masaya." 

"..." 

"If you want to follow her, go." 

Hindi agad ako nakagalaw. 

Is she really telling me this? 

Lumapit siya sa'kin tsaka hinawakan yung mukha ko. 

"Are you that scared to atleast take a risk?" 

"..." 

"Alam mo ba, hindi ako naniniwala sa sinasabi ng iba." Ngumiti siya sa'kin. "Na makakahanap ka ulit ng taong para sa'yo." 

"Because true love only comes once in a lifetime, Lucas." She said. "Gaano katagal pa ba ulit ang hihintayin mo para makakila ng isang tulad niya?" 

Everytime we lose someone we love, every after break up or heartache, sinasabi ng mga tao sa paligid natin na makakahanap pa tayo ng iba. 

"Marami pang lalaki dyan." 

"Marami pang babae dyan." 

I wanted to answer them this way. 

"Marami ngang iba. Pero yung iba na yun, siya parin ba?" 

"I won't ask you where you first met kasi mukhang kilala mo siya." 

Paano niya nalaman? 

"But if this was really the second time, doesn't that mean you need to try?" Tanong niya. "Kung ibinibigay na sa'yo, bakit papakawalan mo pa?" 

"Ma.." 

"Kailangan mo rin gumawa ng paraan para sumaya ka." 

"But Jace.." 

"He's your son." She answered. "Maiintindihan niya. Who said there's no second chance at love?" 

Second chance? 

Am I even allowed to be happy? 

"..." 

Natatakot ako. 

"Kung naliligaw ka, sundin mo to." 

Tinuro niya yung puso ko tsaka tumingin sa babaeng nakatayo sa labas. 

After what she said, I just found myself in front of the lady who caught my eye. 

"I'm Lucas." I extended one hand to her and smiled. "Lucas Hernandez." 

"The name's Blythe. Blythe Santiago." 

That was the first time I felt hope. 

The moment we held hands, I knew that I can no longer control my feelings. 

Posible na kaya akong sumaya? 

"Sometimes I think gravity may be death in disguise. Other times I think gravity is love, which is why love's only demand is that we fall." 

-Shaun David Hutchinson, We are the ants 

And I've fallen. 

"You can't blame gravity for falling in love." 

-Albert Einstein 

And I don't. 

Because falling in love with her was the greatest thing that happened in my life. 

But people in our lives tried to define us. 

Defined what our love meant. 

Even if it weren't theirs to define. 

"Blythe, stop! Hinding hindi ako papayag na makasama mo yang lalaking yan!" 

"Pero, Pa--" 

"I'M TELLING YOU, NO!" 

"Mr. Santiago---" 

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE!" Sigaw niya sa'kin. "THIS IS A FAMILY MATTER!" 

"..." 

"I will never allow this!" He said. "Hinding hindi mo makukuha ang anak ko!!" 

Gusto ko lang sundin yung puso ko. 

Kahit isang beses lang.. 

So I did. 

Kahit ang daming pagsubok, sinubukan ko lumaban. 

Ayaw ko pa siyang mawala. 

Pero hindi ko akalain na dadating yung araw na ikinakatakot ko. 

I needed to leave her. 

But I can't. 

The deeper I fall, the harder it gets to stop. 

"Hindi dapat kita tinulungan." Sabi ko. "I shouldn't have gotten involved with you in the first place. I shouldn't have.." 

"Pinagsisisihan mo ba na nakilala mo ko??" 

"..." 

I wanted to tell her "no" pero kabaligtaran nun yung lumabas sa bibig ko. 

"Yes." 

"Y-you're lying.." 

"Blythe.." 

"You're lying, Lucas!" Sigaw niya. "Please tell me you're lying.." 

Yung luha na ayaw kong makita, lumalabas na sa mga mata niya. 

Kasalanan ko lahat.. 

Dahil sa'kin, nahihirapan siya.. 

Pinili kong saktan siya. 

I wanted to take back everything that I said. But if I stayed, baka piliin kong yakapin siya at punasan yung mga luha niya. 

"You can't leave.." 

"I'm sorry, Blythe.." 

"You said you love me, right??" Sabi niya. "Kaya bakit mo ko iiwan??!" 

I ended up blaming Gravity. 

For everything. 

Our pain. Our sacrifices. 

They were all useless. 

Kasi kung tadhana yung nagdala sa'min sa isa't isa, bakit sobrang sakit? 

Gusto ko lang sumaya. 

And I wanted that happiness with her. 

My Blythe Santiago. 

Hanggang kailan ba nila ididikta yung pagmamahal na dapat sa'min lang? 

Will they even stop defining our gravity for a second chance at love? 

Sabi nila masakit maiwanan. 

But they were wrong. 

Mas masakit mang iwan. 

And if it meant that she won't lose her one and only family, then I will gladly lose her. 

****

DEFINING GRAVITY

Hanggang kailan ba nila ididikta yung pagmamahal na dapat sa'min lang? 

Sabi nila masakit maiwanan. 

But they were wrong.

Mas masakit mang iwan.

And if it meant that she won't lose her one and only family, then I will gladly lose her.

"Who said there is no second chance in love?"

***

TAGLISH (Tagalog-English) LOVE STORY

•Status: ON GOING
•Date Started: 11/05/20

A Novel written by EternalByun and Dmissusj

Jin's POV
I walked away from Jungkook. The way he speaks about Jimin says that he is in love with him. But that idiot. Aishh..................
I went and sat on my bed. My mind travelling back to yesterday's events. It was such a wonderful night. Yesterday I fell asleep in his lap with his arms around me. I felt warm and secure. I don't know when but I woke up from a little disturbances and saw that Namjoon was laying me on my bed and pulling the comforter up. 
He smiled up at me as I recipocated it. I held his wrist as he turned to leave.
"Sleep with me" I said
He was taken a back by surprise but did as I said. I went close to him and wrap my arms around him. He pulled me close and I was satisfied with this closeness
"Good night, love" he whispered in my ear
"Good night to you too, my big manly teddy bear" I smiled
He chuckled
The last thing I felt before sleep consumed me was his hand running through my hair
.
..
.
.
.
I felt like a fool for smiling in my room alone. Now why thoughts wandered to where he was actually...........
I got up and checked his room, garden, kitchen, Yoongi's room but he was nowhere to be found. Aha!. The room where he writes lyrics. I opened the room to see him sitting with many crumpled papers around him. He was overthinking again.
"Hey!" I said and stood beside him
"Oh, it is you. Is everything alright" he asked
He looks exhausted
"Get up" I ordered
"What?"
"Come on" I grabbed his hand and made him stand up. I went to the sofa which was in the corner. I sat on it and signal him to lay his head on my lap. He complied. I played with his locks. He seemed to enjoy it, he hummed a random tune and I think its the song he is working at. He was repeating the same tune again and again and his eyebrows got furrowed. 
I want him to relax, not stress himself. I leaned down and peck his eyelids and then nose and at last both of his cheeks. I moved back. His eyes stared back at me with adore.
"I was thinking at last now I'll get the kiss of my life but you took that away from me" he pouted
"Oh....really, but did i not stole your heart too" I said in a seductive voice
I leaned down so as my lips ghosted over his lips. But instead I kissed his nose
"Man!!! I know what to do with these kind of tease" he smirked
Whatever is going in his mind, is not at all good. He got up from my lap and came towards me. I stood and back away from him. He came running towards me to catch me but I ran before he came. We run all along the room, he trying to catch me. After a few minutes he caught me by my waist.
"Trying to escape from me babe" Namjoon asked in a deep voice
"No--" I screamed
He tickled me. I fell back at the couch and he above me. He stated tickling me again. I wriggled in his arms.
"L---ea--leave---le" I breath out
"Say sorry to me, only then you can escape my wrath" he laughed
"I w--will s--a---y" I tried to say
I calm down and looked into his eyes. They were warm and staring at me. Even though he acts naughty or tough outside but I know he only does that to cover up his love
Am I ready for this? Of course. He is the most loving person I know, he will protect me and he is first person from whom I learnt how to love someone other than yourself, be selfish for them. love makes you do such things. I'm not afraid of it.
I learned forward slowly and my eyes closed unconsciously. My lips met his and it was blissful. He didn't kiss me back and my panic rose. I detach myself and tears stung in my eyes. I opened my eyes only to see him staring down at me with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, if you were not ready--" I was cut by his lips on mine. I kissed him back passionately. I felt happiness, warm and peace. I have no regret.
We backed away when the oxygen was needed. We both panted heavily. My cheeks flushed. He got off me and we both sat up. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled too. I hugged him and pressed my head against his chest. He tighten his hold around my waist.
We stay like that for a while until he let out a gasp.
"What?" I asked removing my head
He picked up his paper and wrote something on it.
"I got the missing part of the song!!" he said excitingly
"What is it" I asked curiously
"Ahm--
Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning" he said in a deep voice (it's imaginary lyrics okay)
Shivers ran down my spin. The words are so true. He is truly a genius but my genius 
"It is amazing....so......you were trying to define love from that time"
"Yes......."
"You know 
We define love the way we experienced it"
"I never knew my love could be so poetic"
"You don't know anything about me"
"Lets start 21 questions games. What do you say, lets get to know each other"
"Okay, lets get started.........but before that........"
"What?" he asked
I leaned and gave him a peck on his lips. He smiled and I smiled back. And so like that our questions began..........

Sequel to Trust (my first book).
would it be difficult to trust again after a heartbreak. 
Yes...............or................no
Would it be right to forget about it or remember it forever.

But one thing is sure.... past is what we were, not we are. It may always be there behind you to remind you of its presence but it is behind not infront. Your future is how you make it not your past.

Will Jimin's true love would make things right or worse it. 

Who will be more in pain.......... Jimin or Jungkook.



"I do have passions...they keep me going, what I love...is what has kept me this far." 

F.A.B. 

The drive to the gallery was filled with music and me getting lost in my thoughts of how it could look like, I only had to keep on reminding myself that what I'd see is beyond my imagination and I shouldn't sweat over it. But I was already sweating, I wiped my wet palms on my jeans and started wondering why I was sweating when the air conditioning was blasting in my face. 

"We're almost there," F.A.B announced breaking into my thoughts and I just gulped loud enough for her to hear and burst into laughter, I really feel anxious. 

We rounded a corner and my heart kept on beating fast...it went faster by each passing second...ART GALLERY. I closed my eyes to control my heart rate, pointless but a bit helpful. 

"Open up, we're here" I heard her say and I opened my eyes slowly only to see us in front of a duplex...the wall painting was of figurines and I could see statues lining up the walkway to the entrance of the gallery, my jaw could only drop, while my eyes were wide open...I think my heart skipped a beat. I'm in love with this place. 

Love? 

Whatever...this place is the real deal. 

We walked in and I looked at the floor...it wasn't of tiles...no! It was mosaic, coloured broken bottles were used to make beautiful designs of hearts, flowers and even the hope sign on the floor, I look up at the ceiling and I gasped as I saw patterns made up there too... 

Define love. 

Love is Art... 

We moved from section to section examining each art work on display, from statues to clay works to mosaics, to papier mâché before finally stopping at paintings...my safe haven. 

I took in a deep breath and walked down the hall into the section, the walls of the hallway were displaying African figurines telling the stories of a typical African Village, the stream, the children playing, wrestling competitions, heavy rain, children playing ball under the rain and splashing around in dirty puddles of water, children bathing at the stream and fetching water, mothers cooking in the cooking hut, people gathered around for festivals, people cheering their favorite wrestler, singers arousing the gods, maidens dancing to entice suitors. Elders conversing in a meeting, children gathered around the story teller sitting under the moon light to listen to the tales of Ijapa. 

Africa 

Africa my home, 

Africa my peace land 

Africa my artwork 

Africa my safe haven 

Africa my origin 

Africa my pride 

I love my Africa 

 Define love again. 

Love is Art. 

Love is Africa. 

I didn't realize I was transfixed on a spot staring at the tales on the walls absorbing the reality of my origination and nationality, embracing the African Pride that I had deposited in me, enjoying the tales of Ijapa like I was one of the children seated under the moon light. I kept on looking at each figurine, I saw a herd of cattle as well as fruitful farmland. I kept on looking and I entered Nigeria, I saw the new yam festival...the òrò festival, the Fulani herdsmen, the fruitful farmlands and baskets of harvest, the poor infrastructures, the bombings, the killings, the human ritual, kidnaps, the collapsed buildings, the poor road networks...sigh...well, it's Nigeria. 

I walked into the section and took in the beautiful paintings in front of me, getting absorbed in the perfect blend of colours from oil to paint to poster to pencil even to sketches. Art is a celebration of culture, art is evoking the gods, art is getting lost in celebration, art is life. This is such a pleasant experience, I'm so elated. I walked and the deeper I got in the section, the deeper the meaning of each painting. 

Stories were told, of rejection, of divorce, of weather, of rain, of pain, of anger, of betrayal, of festivities, of gatherings, of joy and celebration, of plenty and little. Art is nativity. Art interprets and brings into the light. I am Art, art is in me, art runs through my veins...art is my passion. 

Beaming from ear to ear I followed F.A.B to the man who seems to run the gallery, with all introductions done, he asked for my paintings and I showed him, I could see the awe on his face as he looked at each one. 

"You're very talented." He remarked, 

"Thanks," it's the childhood trauma. And I successfully sold 5 of my paintings to him...I am definitely visiting this place next semester. 

We got back to the car and she drove us to an eatery, I still can't get the excitement off my face. 

"Thank you for today," I thanked her as we sat to eat. 

"Don't mention it, you seem to be someone who hasn't had joy for a while." 

"... true" 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Not yet, I'm still broken about it" 

Really broken...one single event broke every glass of happiness in me, shattered every light bulb of hope and knocked the wind out of the figure of joy and love in me. So yes, I haven't changed at all. I'm still the broken girl that I was years ago when an unforgettable experience broke my childhood and stole it away. 

. 

. 

. 

My exam will last for two weeks and it's starting tomorrow, the only thing I'll have to do tomorrow is to ignore Gloom and dear chatterbox, and yes, Amber, did I forget Grace? I really can't wait till I'm out of this examination period, the air of tension is always so thick it could be cut with a chainsaw. The last time I saw Gloom, we had a quarrel, that has been going on for "ages." Sometimes I wish I had a friend to tell all of these crazy happenings in my life, but who will I confide in...how do I develop trust in someone without fear or without the person wanting to know that important and sensitive thing about me? 

 
 

 
 

 


What you see is not always what is the truth, this is the case in the life of Fiyinfoluwa, who strives to find joy and love after an incident in the past that sucked out the joy of her life and left her traumatized. But this particular year will be different for her, the question is, who will fill that void in her life? 
In her gradual walk when she meets people and tries to open up, will she end up getting hurt again or will she finally find peace when she develops feelings for the first time in her life and for the first time in a long time? Will she give love a chance or just keep living emotionless?
A tale of two lost souls merged into one, creating an epic balance of similarity and pain.  
Loosing something valuable can be hard to get over, but Fiyinfoluwa wants to get over it, and she can't do it alone, she'll need help, but she's scared to call out for help for fear of being broken again and left alone, she's scared to get attached to someone for fear of loosing the person again. She finds trust, finds peace despite loosing that irreplaceable and invaluable possession and most importantly, finds love where all else fails.
A tale of trust, friendship, pain and romance. A tale of evolvement and family affairs, of bond and new beginnings.
There's always a first time for everything after all.

"I'm here.."

"AHH!! Dear god!!! I thought you were asleep. Anyway, I'm not sleepy. I wanted to talk to you about something.."

"Sure, Young light..."

"You were here!!?"

"Of course."

"Then, it will be easier to talk about.. I love you, please, marry me!!"

Well, not like, literally. I meant that like to formulate my love. Still, I love her. I know it sound ridiculous. I know she won't believe me. I know she will think that I'm doing this to control her. But I don't lie when it comes to love..

"You ae not lying.. Strange. Why do you love me?"

"I don't know. At first, I was scared. Scared to be near you. I then understood mmwhere my fear cane from. I thought I was protecting the people when I simply and bluntly saved you. Each time, I tried to define my feelings.. But I was just wrong. Clearing all I lied about.. There's just love. I love you, Electra. I know what you went through with Tanasha Jressa. And I will cure you from that terrible memory. So, that, all you see is me and you.."

"....I'm going to sleep."

"..okay..."

"But before that..[Smooch]..."

"...Nyuhh..."

"I know. I kiss like a god. We will be doing that every night.."

"O-Okay..."

I guess that means we are a couple. First time in eighteen years of existence that I'm doing that.. It was my first kiss. And the most blissful time of my life. Electra is now my lover. I will do my best to stay true to my feelings and protect her...

Thus, two years later...

"I'm Karin Jones. Boost is my power. I'm also well verse in bumf. I was brought by the Villain Association for my contribution to exterminating important figures in the hero agency.."

"Electra. Strong. IMPORTANT. And, I will only work with the traitor known as Mind. Refuse my request and this place will just become a ruin..."

"Okay.... No need to go to such lengths... I know you are poweful. I kbow you are here for Mind. I already made arrangement. Her two man squad became a four man squad. And Karin Jones will be the squad leader.. I hope that doesn't bother you."

"I don't care."

"Okay.. It was a pleasure, you both. You can leave now."

Welcome back in the present.. Electra and I met a few incredible people. And----

"Hello! It's me, Nash."

And a big problem just came to us. Electra tried to talk to her later, but she didn't care. And now, she miraculously cares... 

"Can I speak to Electra Alone?"

Okay. Now, I'm unneeded.. Just great. 

"Please!?"

I'm going! I'm going!!

I wanna be important too..

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