Stricken Hearts

      I'm only thinking about two things right now: how to move on and how to forget an ex-lover. I've been staring at this dating site for who knows how long and still haven't decided whether or not to join. It's been a particularly difficult year for me, and it's only September. I suppose I still have time to enjoy Christmas to the fullest if only I could meet someone who could assist me throughout the year. I don't care if it's platonic or romantic; I just need to forget about him.   Sighing, I pressed the exit button and instead typed in the search bar. Modern problems necessitate modern solutions, so rather than show everyone how desperate I am, I decided to do it privately so that I could at least save my face. I know there's not much of a difference, but hey, a man can suck it up. My fingers typed those words quickly — how should I proceed?   I quickly clicked the first link and skimmed through the entire thing. I chose

   I woke up as I felt the sunlight hitting my skin. Today, waking up feels like a huge responsibility but at the same time, I felt relaxed compared to the past few days I had to drag myself out of sleep. Time check, 9:53 AM. Pretty early. I stood up, prepared myself some nice breakfast, worked out for good thirty minutes, listened to some good lofi music, relaxed in a warm bath, did the ten step skin care routine, watched some cat videos, meditated, ordered things, and went online to surf the internet. For the first time in this week, I felt productive. And it felt really nice. That gave me a smile on my face. I feel like I'm ready to go out and converse with my friends without having to tear up everytime he is brought into the conversation. It's been three weeks since the confrontation happened. And today, it's finally my flight. I did all things to clear my head and so far, so good.  Since it's my flight, I decided to dress

My adrenaline began to flood as soon as I sat down and noticed the man’s face. The only thing that sprang to mind was to flee, which I did. It’s a good thing they were both talking to each other since it would have been embarrassing if they had seen me fleeing. Shock and terror seeped through my body, and those two sensations overtook me. And now I’m overthinking everything. What if that is, in fact, him? But what if I only made a spectacle of myself?I’m well aware that I shouldn’t be thinking about it right now. The world’s population is in the billions – billions! – and I shouldn’t be concerned, but I can’t shake the feeling. I despise myself for thinking about the impossible, but that’s how my mind operates. He reminds me a lot of Razen, which brings up my abandonment massive issues. When I noticed the folks around me staring at me as if I was the strangest guy they’d ever seen, I came to a halt. I cl

       It had been a long and exhausting day. To say it was grueling would be an understatement. I’m completely exhausted. The jet lag is setting in, and the heat is making me dizzy. I’m bummed that I wasn’t able to take a tour of the town to appreciate its beauty, but I believe I’ll be in for more than a migraine if I stay with Ivy. My younger sister is a real pain in the neck. I dropped myself into the bed with a heavy sigh, my mind racing with things. Earlier, it was quite humiliating. Ivy had to holler that I like guys because the ‘pick me’ girls have begun to appear. It was, nevertheless, a good riddance. I can’t say I blame her for that. People who act as if they are so different from everyone else irritate me. That’s a total embarrassment.I was beginning to feel sleepy, so I began counting sheep, which is an excellent way for me to fall asleep quickly. I was ready to close my eyes

     “MOM?” Young Jax nudges himself to a sitting position, blinking to clear his vision. It was only four a.m. when he looked at the clock beside his drawer. Outside his chamber, there were loud yet incomprehensible sounds. Jax gently stood up while embracing his favorite teddy bear, perplexed and lethargic, to see what was going on outside.He was taken aback by what he saw. His mother is bloodied and motionless on the floor, surrounded by masked guys. Jax’s only thought was to flee, but his body appeared to have frozen. His father is out of the country on business that Jax is unaware about. All the servants and bodyguards were tied up and unconscious when his gaze darted around.What frightened him the most was the constant flow of blood from their heads. Fearful, Jax produced an unintentional sound that drew the robbers’ notice.“Get that kid!” One of them yelled, pushing Jax to run away. He went into his ro