INICIAR SESIÓNADRIENNE Nagising akong may nararamdamang mainit at malambot na bagay ang dumampi sa aking labi. Matagal at tila nakadikit ng ilang minuto ngunit nang imulat ko ang mga mata ay ang tulog na tulog na si Asher sa aking tabi ang aking nasilayan. Banayad ang paghinga niya at himbing sa kanyang pagtulog. Napakurap ako at hindi namalayang pinagmasdan ang napakaamo niyang mukha. Was it just a dreamed? Tila siya isang anghel na bumaba mula sa langit upang bantayan at samahan ako sa magulo kong mundo. Sumilay ang malawak at matamis na ngiti sa aking labi. Tinukod ko ang siko at inunan ang ulo sa aking kamao, ang sarap niyang panooring kalmadong namamahinga sa aking tabi. Bagay na pinapangarap kong mangyari sa bawat araw ng buhay ko. After a moment, her lips parted ever so slightly, as though inviting a forbidden closeness from me. I swallowed, suddenly nervous. My heart began pounding wildly, stirred by a dangerous longing that threatened to overwhelm my reason. It felt as though that smal
ADRIENNE I admitted it to myself, I loved my parents. I loved them more than words could ever express. But the way they had treated me for twelve long years had slowly eaten away at everything inside me. The moment I heard my father call me his daughter and baby, the same endearment he used to call me before the tragedy that tore our family apart, it felt like a trigger, ripping open wounds I had spent years trying to bury. The pain, the ache, the disappointment, and every unspoken hurt came rushing back into my heart all at once. I pulled away from the warmth of Mr. Collins’s embrace. Without looking back, I ran toward the elevator, the doors opening just as I reached it. I ignore their screaming my name, pleading for me to look back. Pleading for me to run back but I just couldn't. By the time I reached the hospital lobby, I walked straight toward the parking lot where my motorcycle was waiting. I wasn't crying anymore as I reached my bike, it felt as though the fragile Kendr
ADRIENNE I haven't been able to sit still for a while now. I am fidgeting in my seat. I’ve let out several deep breaths, desperately trying to calm myself down. When Tita George told me that she had called Daddy and informed him about my sister’s condition, I immediately went cold and became extremely anxious. I emailed Mommy four days ago , but I don’t think she has read it yet because I still haven’t received any response from her up until now. Five days have passed, and thank God, my twin is now stable. She has also been transferred to a private room. The attending doctor was also amazed by how quickly my twin has improved. According to him, this is the first time he has ever encountered a patient like my twin. He said that my twin is truly fighting to recover and fighting her way back to us. Tita Kailey arranged for her to stay in a VVIP room, which I didn’t object to anymore because I knew that there, she would receive proper care and be closely monitored by the doctors and
ADRIENNE I woke up alone in the room. The ceiling and walls were plain and bare white. The window was closed, but the curtain remained slightly pulled to the side, allowing me to clearly see the darkness outside. Gabi na. My throat felt dry, and I could feel the swelling around my eyes. I was momentarily blinded by the harsh light of the fluorescent bulb, which was neatly and securely mounted on the ceiling. I breathed a heavy sigh as I remembered what had happened before darknes consume me. I abruptly sat up and let my eyes wander around the room. I could hear the sound of running water, as if a faucet had been left on inside the bathroom. I quickly threw off the blanket that covered half of my body and was about to get up from the bed when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Tita Shanaia came out, drying her hands with a small towel. She was wearing a lavender button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a white cargo pants. Her hair was neatly pulled up, showing he
ADRIENNE Growing up, I got used to searching and longing for the warmth and love that my own family denied giving me. I got used to being alone. Every time I fall, I am the only one finding a way to stand back up, even when the impact of my fall was incredibly heavy. And whenever I fail at things, especially in terms of my academics, my family comes in full force to rub in my face how weak I am. How useless I was. How stupid I was made. Yet, when I succeed at something, not a single person in my family comes forward to congratulate me nor celebrate with me. So, in my 18 years of existence, I used to seek validation and warmth that my own family refused to give me all throughout my youth. I waited long enough, that is why I just woke up one day realizing that I'd already stopped and tired looking for warmth, validation, and love. Accepting that I would never experience them and maybe, maybe never will. It was not that I accepted that no one would ever give me those things, but becaus
ADRIENNE When I opened my eyes, a throbbing headache welcomed my morning. It felt as if my skull was being hammered from the intense pain, causing me to groan repeatedly while my hands continuously massaged my throbbing temples. My throat also feels as though no liquid has touched my lips for days, so dry that I almost groan with every swallow I did. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ease, somehow, the hammering pain in my skull. Pipikit pikit ang mga mata kong umupo sa ibabaw ng kama at sumandal sa headboard. Naalala kong nagpakalasing pala ako kagabi ng mag isa dito sa kuwarto. I remembered leaving the empty beer cans on the floor, so my eyes looked down toward where I remembered leaving them last night, but my brow furrowed when I saw that the floor was clean, with no single trace of my mess from last night. I tilted my head to my left side, pilit hinahanap ang mga kalat ko kagabi ngunit walang mahanap ang mga mata ko. Hanggang sa napunta ang mga mata ko sa bedside table sa


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