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Miseries # 1 LIFELESS SEA: DEEP WOUNDS OF WAVE (GXG STORY: UNDER MAJOR REVISION) "We can escape and hide from the things that can hurt us, but we are unable to see the process of learning and growing at the same time. Facing reality can make you stronger, and you'll realize a lot of things by feeling the exact same thing, our pain." A girl in front of me said. That was deep, and my mind was pre-occupied with a lot of thoughts right now. Maybe I'm numb or I just felt a lot of emotions lately. Hindi ako madali magbreakdown lalo na't sa harap ng ibang tao. Nasanay na ako na tanging sarili ko lang ang masasandalan. She hugged me, I wanted to react violently but her hugs felt so warm around my body. I feel safe and light. This was an unexpected moment in my life. To meet her. Start: May 2024 End: January 2025

In this enigmatic world where intentions remain concealed, people find themselves tricked and bewildered, compelled to yield. For truth resides not in explicit words, but in actions lost, a web of deception woven, at quite a cost and things aren't always said plainly, which can lead to confusion and trickery. Similar to the fundamental rule of a course I took in college: "never assume unless otherwise stated." I always do the math, I tread with caution, never risking in vain. Calculations made in mind and hands, devoid of wanton strain. I never believe empty promises, and I never put a value on deeds or efforts unless someone explicitly tells me to. I never risk something I know won't pay off. Yet, amidst this labyrinth of deceit, I made a choice to believe in him. I opted to believe him in this treacherous environment. I trusted his unspoken words, his actions' voice. I dared to face uncertainty, embracing the unknown, For the chance of deceit may be high, but trust had to be sown. In a world where certainty falters, I dared to challenge certainty. Believing in his unexpressed truths, I forged a daring path, embracing the light, the challenge of comprehending the inexplicable, even when faced with perplexing actions and the absence of explicit words. I take the arduous route, choosing faith and unwavering determination, in lieu of the deceptive allure that surrounds me. For, despite the treacherous odds, my heart dares to anchor itself to his unspoken language, ever yearning for the clarity my soul craves.

✪ KISSING MY KRYPTONITE • WRITTEN IN TAGLISH • SAPPHIC ROMANCE (UNEDITED) Ezra Meziah, a transfer student at Cambridge University, has always lived her life on her own terms, earning a reputation as a full-time playgirl. Everything she thought she knew is upended when she meets Rafa, and she realizes that the world is not as predictable as she once thought. Rafa Eli is a highly regarded Cambridge University professor who has achieved great success in her career. As their unexpected romance blossoms, Ezra finds herself falling deeply in love with her. Yet, their connection faces an immediate trial as Ezra unearths a heart-wrenching deception, a treacherous revelation that jeopardizes their recently newfound love, leaving it on the verge of fragmentation. As Ezra battles with the harsh reality and wrestles with her deepest insecurities, she finds herself at a critical juncture - whether to boldly confront the painful betrayal or completely withdraw from the relationship. Simultaneously, Rafa is forced to confront her personal demons, questioning her ability to meet Ezra's needs as a life partner. As they face their deepest fears and vulnerabilities, they come to the realization that their love is a double-edged sword - both their greatest strength and their kryptonite. But in a whirlwind of passion and uncertainty, will their love prove resilient against the treacherous forces that threaten to rip them asunder? Can they find the courage to forgive and move forward, or will their fears and kryptonites ultimately drive them apart? Let's find out...

Yours Truly Series #1 They say one mistake can change everything. For Korics, it wasn't just change-it was the kind of shift that leaves you breathless, broken, and questioning everything you thought was real. He had love. He had trust. He had a future mapped out in smiles and soft touches and whispered promises under the stars. But all of that crumbled in an instant. Now, he's left with silence where laughter used to live, and questions that echo louder than any answer ever could. How do you recover when the people closest to you are the ones who tear you apart? As Korics struggles to piece himself back together, he's haunted by memories that used to feel like home and by a betrayal that cuts deeper than he dares admit. Forgiveness isn't easy-not when your heart is still bleeding and the truth tastes like ash on your tongue. But maybe, just maybe, healing isn't about forgetting what happened. Maybe it's about learning how to breathe again, even if it hurts.

Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.

This is just a typical love story of two people who fall inlove with each other but the love they have has more consequences. She has a high standard when it comes to a man. He just love her even though he knew that the one he loved can't love him back. She's afraid of judgments. He's afraid of losing her. She's looking for a better one and that better one is not him. He's always willing to stay at her side even though he's hurting -looking to the one he loved loving another man. This is just a love story... Judgments versus Faith... Standards versus Devotion... Pride versus Love... Society versus Your feelings... Commitment versus Exhaustion... Are you willing to fight until the end? Are you willing to stay knowing that you'll only be her temporary? Warning: THIS IS EDITED. But still, this may contains typo and grammar errors. Photo used was taken from www.unsplash.com

I dont believe at love at first sight, never thought of falling at fast but everytime you smile, every time you cry I am mesmerize. I like how my reflection coming from your eyes. I never thought meeting you was the most heaven and hell to me. Heaven when I feel you and Hell when you leave me. How this small admiration deeper and goes way to love. They say in ways to mans heart is through his stomach that's lie because in way through mans heart is the woman they loved. A man only love woman and I am proud to say I love her, not by her beauty, her past but the woman she is. The woman who I fell at the first sight of seeing her. --- ✔️WRITTEN IN TAGLISH ✔️UNEDITED ✔️GRAMTICALLY INCORRECT ✔️COMPLETED

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

There are moments when life feels perfect, as though the universe has conspired to freeze time, wrapping you in its golden haze. But perfection whispers its warning, "Are you sure?" Because nothing in this world is ever ours to keep, everything is fleeting. August is a season of almost, a love that slips through your fingers like sand leaving only the memory of warmth. It's a month that lingers briefly then vanishes, much like the way "you and I". For Matthew Augustus Napoleon, love was a fleeting summer storm, a sweet, reckless surrender to a boy who wasn't his to keep. In their world of hidden glances and sun-drenched afternoons, they promised each other forever, but forever was always an illusion. Now, all that remains are echoes of laughter, shadows of touch, and the bittersweet truth that some loves are meant to be felt, not held. August isn't just a season-it's a memory, a question, a goodbye that never truly left.

[ UNEDITED VERSION ] He always stands by my side, and I feel safe when he is there. All I want to do is lay down and go to sleep because his smiles make me feel better and his voice is like music to my ears. I can't run away from him because his eyes are always on me and he almost always knows everything about me. However, I'm too numb. I didn't think much of him. I keep pushing him away. UNTIL... He lost his love. I lost him. ...and spend time with someone else. And what's most terrible is that... His heart abadoned me. Ctto of the photo above: Somewhere in pinterest Cover by: Your's truly Date Published: September 17, 2022 Date Started: September 17, 2022 Date Completed: October 20, 2022