Sa umaga nang photoshoot, nakatayo si Genevieve sa harap ng kanyang salamin, malalim na pinag i-isipan kung ano ang nararapat niyang suotin sa araw din na iyon. She selected a beautiful pink sleeveless crop top that accentuated her slim stomach, paired with a denim skirt that grazed her knees. To complete her look and hide her prosthetic feet, she opted for knee-high black boots that exuded a sense of confidence and style, as well as showcase her fashion brand. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, she adjusted her bayonetta glasses, adding a touch of edginess to her ensemble."Perfect, I love this style. Kaso parang may kulang?" She talks to herself as she twirls slowly in the mirror, with a final glance at her reflection, Genevieve grabbed her white bag, ensuring she was ready for the day's events. Even though she was only a guest at the photoshoot, she wanted to present herself in the best light possible, especially in front of her ex, Stefan. It was Stefan's brother, Gavin, wh
--- 5 YEARS AGO ---Genevieve carefully mixed the ingredients for the cake, a soft smile on her face as she thought about Rowan. They had been inseparable since they were kids, their friendship blossoming into something deeper over the years. Rowan had left for London to study, and now he was finally returning home. It was his 19th birthday, and Genevieve wanted to make it special.'Ilang taon na ba kami at ilang taon ko na din ba 'tong ginagawa sa birthday niya?' Genevieve askedin her mind as she stare at their picture on the wall that was taken last year when she finally said yes to him, days before he was sent back to London,As she worked on the cake, memories flooded her mind. The laughter they shared, the tears they shed, the moments that brought them closer together. She couldn't help but feel grateful for having Rowan in her life. Just the thought of seeing him again after months apart made her heart flutter with anticipation.The timer beeped, signaling that the cake was read
It's the grand debut of my boyfriend, Stefan as an Idol that he dreams ever since I've met him, we've been together for long three years, yet it is hidden to the public as there are people like Idols who is not dating anyone, but it is not their story to tell as both of us have achieved our dream. Him as Idol and me, as a fashion designer and a million-seller owner of the brand "Eve's Apple" that came from my name, Genevieve Tiu, and also for us to Celebrate his dream that come true. Earlier in the morning, he decided to contact me to go to our favorite hidden park near my Apartment, I should be happy, right? Both of us achieved our dream, pero may mali. I saw his eyes today, the moment his feet land on stage, magkahalong lungkot, panghihinayang at takot. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nangyayari, ganyan na siya isang linggo bago pa ang araw na ito. Kaya di ako sigurado sa mararamdaman ko o kung ano ba dapat ang mararamdaman ko? For three long years, our love had blossomed and flourish
Stefan Aragon stood before the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, his reflection a stark reminder of the turmoil that churned within him. His eyes were red and swollen from the tears he had shed in the privacy of this very room, the weight of his decisions heavy on his shoulders. He ran a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, trying to compose himself as he gazed at the person staring back at him. "It's my decision. I have to go through all of this because it is all my fault. I deserve this," Stefan muttered to himself, the words echoing in the tiled space. The silence that followed was suffocating, amplifying the ache in his chest. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stay resolute in the face of uncertainty. As his gaze lingered on the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the pair of ceramic figurines placed delicately on the bathroom counter. They were small, intricately painted, a memento of the three years he had shared with Genevieve. Memories flooded his mind, each momen
In a quaint little town nestled between crowded cities and whispering voices, there lived a twenty-three-year-old young lady named Genevieve. Her existence within the confines of her one big apartment had turned into a melancholic symphony as of late. The air, once filled with the sweet fragrance of budding flowers, now carried the weight of her solitude. On a particularly stormy night, when the heavens seemed to cry alongside her, Genevieve found herself clutching her tear-stained pillow, seeking solace in the gentle embrace of darkness. The pitter-patter of raindrops against her windowpane served as a somber lullaby, the only companion to her wailing heart. The memories of a love lost haunted her, whispering tales of promises broken and dreams shattered. Her world had crumbled like sandcastles at high tide, leaving behind only echoes of a happier past. As the storm raged outside, a tempest brewed within her soul, unleashing a torrent of tears that seemed never-ending. As the cloc
Sa gitna ng isang mataong lungsod, tila umaalingawngaw sa bawat pader ng apartment ni Genevieve dahil sa mabigat na katahimikan. Sa loob ng isang mahaba at pahirap na linggo, nailayo niya ang kanyang sarili sa mundo, nalulunod sa dagat ng di-maipaliwanag na kalungkutan. Her once-lively abode now felt cavernous, each room a hollow shell that mirrored the emptiness in her soul. The sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light upon Genevieve's motionless form. She lay tangled in a labyrinth of sheets, the soft hum of the outside world a distant murmur against the heavy silence that shrouded her. Her once vivacious spirit had crumbled beneath the weight of invisible burdens, leaving her adrift in a sea of melancholy. As morning dawned with ghostly fingers of light creeping through her windows, a sharp knock pierced the stillness, jolting Genevieve from her listless stupor. She stirred, brow furrowing in confusion. "Hindi ko matandaan na magkakaroon at tat
In the quiet, quaint village of Yongsan, where the rhythmic flow of daily life seemed to move at its own serene pace, Genevieve found solace amidst the chaos of her emotional turmoil. Three months had slipped by since the brittle threads connecting her and Stefan had finally unraveled, leaving a tangle of memories and unanswered questions in their wake.Seated at a small café tucked away in a corner of the village, Genevieve found herself lost in the swirl of her matcha frappe, the cool sweetness providing a momentary distraction from the whirlwind of emotions that still lingered in her heart. Beside her sat Lorelei, her ever-supportive friend whose vibrant presence seemed to bring a flicker of light into Genevieve's somber world. Lorelei, the vivacious girlfriend of Eiko, Stefan's co-member in Cascade, had been a steadfast companion during Genevieve's darkest hours."You're lost in thought, again. Care to share it with me? Sana naman si new guy from Oasis na 'yan, my friend," Lorelei
In the bustling district of Gangnam, where the pulse of Seoul beats with an electrifying rhythm, a hair salon buzzed with activity. Gavin, a young man with a vibrant personality and a penchant for dramatic hairstyles, sat in the styling chair alongside his boyfriend. The atmosphere was filled with the hum of hairdryers and the chatter of stylists flitting about the salon. As Gavin settled in for his hair appointment, his attention was drawn to the figure seated beside him. Rowan, a friend who shared a complicated history with Gavin and his family, was also undergoing a hair transformation. The tension between them was palpable, simmering beneath the surface as unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Gavin, known for his sharp tongue and quick wit, couldn't resist breaking the silence. "I've heard that you go to someone I know, that's why you're not participating in the supergroup collaboration," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. Rowan, ever the master of deflectio