My body was drenched from the intense downpour, which also made the path and steps away from the sore spot damp. There was no umbrella to offer me some shade, so I was left cold and drenched in the bad weather. I follow the road barefoot, following its path to wherever it leads. My face was chilly and damp, and there were hot tears in it. It seems as though the sky eradicates my pain and hiding from everyone just how miserable and down I am at the moment. "How long would you walk? How many times do you have to cry just to laugh again?" We're strolling along this lengthy road in the pouring rain, he said as he followed me. He stopped in front of me, causing me to tumble as well. When I stared into his azure eyes, tranquility was all I saw. His warm smile gave me hope, all the while I was staring at it. "Your life's challenges would bring you storm clouds and torrential rain, but what would come next was your hope. It doesn't imply that fate wasn't on your side or that you are finished. A sunshine that might offer your life meaning. That way, destiny won't ever work against you again!" He seems sincere, but I'm not sure If I will believe in him. He turned away from me, which made me anxious. I tried to call his name, but he never answered. Nevertheless, it appears that he will also leave just like the others, leaving far from me, just like everyone else. "Seah, be that sunshine! ...In order to discover love, you must first learn how to love yourself." He spoke and then disappeared. Where should I start and when should I stop? I'm really confused and scared.
View MoreRaphael’s Point Of View I'm packing up and hurrying to the university. I was trying to catch up with her, but I was disappointed when I couldn't and ended up perspiring as I got to our university's gate. I got to the university early, exhausted and panting. It's not that I'm interested in her; I just felt that someone like me who is familiar with the entire university could be of tremendous assistance to her by giving her a tour and showing her around the school. Even if she might be cute, I doubt I will like her very much. Since she's new to our school, she could get lost. She is so early, which surprised me. I suppose she is excited. She may be in her assigned room. I intended to give her a tour of the university. But I guess she never needed it. With my shoulders hunched, I went to my own room and took a seat. I took a deep breath and leaned my head back on my armchair. I frowned as I closed my eyes and planned to sleep on the entire class. But something interrupted
“Hello? Are you asleep?” I asked our tenant while I was outside her door. I'm sure she's still awake, I even heard someone playing the guitar so I know she's not resting yet. I immediately straightened up when I saw her turn on the light and a little while later she opened the door.I was surprised to see her eyes wide open as she sniffed it through her nose. “Hi! I’ll get the missing juice bottle and the glass I left here earlier, hehehhe!” I awkwardly said. She immediately panicked and immediately left in front of me and went back inside. “Sorry! I wish I had brought that with me earlier when I got down. And thank you!” And she immediately bowed and smiled. She's really amazing. She's pretty good at hiding her sadness, but she's not very good at pretending. I still notice the traces of her tears on her cheek even though she managed to wipe it earlier.I wonder why she's crying right now and also, whose the cause of those tears on her eyes.“Oh, that’s okay! Good n
I immediately leaned against the wall of my future bedroom, sweat dripping down my forehead. I had already taken out many things and I had also removed a mountain of dust from the entire room. I had also cleaned the bathroom here and had also changed the beddings on my future bed. This place is perfect. The road to school is just a few steps away, this place made me feel I am belong and free. I also think that what I liked was the family itself. They welcomed me here wholeheartedly and they were all very kind. I met Aunt Iya's husband awhile ago and he's so energetic and funny at the same time, her full name was really is Thaleah but she insisted that I should call her Tita Iya. “To cool you down!” exclaimed Aunt Iya's son, who was carrying a pitcher of orange juice, a bread, and a glass. “Thank you!” I thanked him and smiled at him. He immediately placed his things next to me and sat down next to where I was sitting. "Woah! This is so clean! When are you going
Seah's Point Of ViewI was in front of our old house, carrying two suitcases containing my clothes in both hands, while my guitar was behind me. “Until next time,” I said goodbye to the house I grew up in while my father was still alive. I will carry all the happy memories in my heart and mind until death.“Ma'am, let's go! All your belongings are in the taxi, only the ones you brought are the ones that haven't been loaded yet.” The taxi driver said and I immediately obeyed and headed for the car. “You'll really miss him so much,” I immediately looked at the person who spoke next to me and nodded."He's my hero," I replied. I looked at our house for the last time and a little while later I got into the taxi and it immediately drove off. Even though it was a place of wonder, not a single inch of its land is ours. I have to leave that house because the owner is going to sell it.When my father was still alive, the owner was planning to sell the house and land, but be
Seah's Point Of ViewI am kneeling in front of my father's grave while holding a bouquet of white tulip flowers. He loves these flowers, and I remember he always buys tulips for our little altar. And buying this for his grave made me miss him more. A couple of years had passed since he was resting in his tomb; it seems like yesterday. His happy yet memorable memories and words of wisdom are fresh in my heart and engraved in my soul."I love you, Dad." Those three words, three words that I never had a chance to let him hear those words coming from me.Those simple words that I really loved to say to him yet, I'll feel ashamed, so I kept silent. You know, don't judge me; I'm not really that close to my father. Even when he's still alive, I rarely or never say those three words to him; for me, it's kind of cringe. And definitely, he'll never hear it either, now that he's gone.Growing up with one parent was a very difficult thing. On top of that, I never grew up in a family that showed y
"Liah please! I'm begging you to stay; just think about our daughter."I begged Liah while holding a one-month-old baby sleeping lovingly in my arms."Please! whatever I've done wrong forgive me first, I'll change whatever my mistakes are. I can't do this alone Liah," I begged the woman who had her back turned to us.I beg her with a mixture of pauses, fatigue, and concern, even knowing that it is impossible to stop her from her decision, there is a chance that at least a little pity for our daughter and will soften her heart and will choose to stay.But, it's like I'm begging the clock not to strike five o'clock. Because I can't even see the slightest pity in her eyes.She looked blankly into my eyes. I see that she has no longer has this full of love and importance to us. "You can't?" She asked me without emotion."Did you even asked me if I can also do this, Noah? Did you asked me if I am ready? Just once . . . just once Noah! Did you asked?""No! Not even a single question
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