Lahat ng Kabanata ng How Love Play My Heart : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

This song is for my only one baby. Even if you don't answer me now, it's okay, I'll wait and still hope. Please listen to this song, I love you. He said, oh my god, so many people, is he seriously doing this? I felt a little embarrassed when he started singing. It felt like my heart was stabbed when I realized that I was slowly starting to like him. I didn't notice it because I planted in my mind that it should only be Ryle. That I should endure until Ryle remembers. That I should be loyal to Ryle. That I love Ryle so much, no matter what. I didn't notice that the building I built in my heart was slowly crumbling. Photograph by Ed Sheeran Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it’s the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive Why is he so kind to me? I'm not that beautiful or kind. Why does he bother to love me? Why out of all the people he could like, it's me, knowing that I have someone else.

"Are you okay, Ash?" Zayden asked me worriedly. We didn't finish the party because of what happened. We're at the park now, where I have memories with Cyrus. I can't help but cry because it feels like it's my fault that happened to him. "I-I didn't mean to," I said, stuttering. Zayden hugged me and kissed my forehead. "I know. Don't worry, babe, it'll be okay." He reassured me. "I'm not expecting anything anymore, Zayden!" I whined. He stared at me and smiled slightly. I saw the pain passing through his eyes, which his smile on his lips was trying to hide. "I know, Ash. I feel like you're trying. Just don't rush it," I heard him say. I buried my face in his chest while crying. Here I go again, breaking down. I don't know why I feel even more hurt by what he's saying. It feels like he's giving up. "I know he's not the one in here anymore, Zay." I assured him, pointi

It was already twelve midnight, and I still couldn't sleep. I don't know why, I feel like I have a lot on my mind, but nothing really. Anyway, before Zayden left earlier, he gave me flowers and chocolate. I was surprised when he handed them to me. He said it was his way of making up for being missing in action these past few days. He said he was just cooling down and had some things to take care of. He was also helping his mom with her bakeshop business. His mom is the one who taught me how to bake. When Zayden and I were still kids, Tita used to bake for us as snacks or just to pass the time. It became a bonding activity for us. She treats me like her own child, which is why I'm very close to their family. Even to my family. I'm now drinking milk, just to help my eyes, which are still fighting sleep. It's just that I'm used to it. I'm not really tired, but sometimes my insomnia attacks me, and I always have no choice but to take sleeping pills. Especially those times when I was wa

After that night, my head started to ache. I started remembering scenes and seeing a blurry woman. Sometimes I even dream about her. Years passed, and now I'm a college graduate. I'm taking business, just like Kristine, because we're the heiresses of our family business. Ashiannie didn't celebrate her 18th birthday because of what happened to her. As usual, I'm handsome with my friends. I still run into Ashiannie, but I only feel anger towards her because of what she did to Kristine. I always bully her here, but she doesn't fight back. I don't know why. I heard she's tough, she fights anyone and always starts trouble. And now I'm here at the cafeteria, just entering, and a lot of girls are screaming at me. "Omayygasdshhh, Papa Warren is so handsome." "Fafa Lim, please be mine." "Baby Warren, kiss me please." "Hubbyyyy Daniel." "Kyaaaahhhhhh Cyrus be mine." "Sorry babe, but I'm taken." My friends winked at them. I'm with Kristine, and she said she'd be back to get somethi

Ashiannie POV "Okay, Ma, we're leaving now." I said goodbye to Mom as we got into the car. "Be careful, Zayden, drive slowly, okay?" Mom reminded him. Zayden just nodded in agreement. While we were on the road, we teased each other to keep us from getting sleepy, especially since he was driving. He was supposed to bring a driver, but he refused his mother. He wanted to drive us there himself. "Have you talked to Cyrus yet?" Zayden suddenly asked. I didn't expect him to remember that. I had told him about it when we were at the grocery store. "Maybe after this vacation," I answered, looking out the window. We were holding hands. He insisted on driving earlier. I felt like he was having a hard time driving because he was only using one arm. Whenever I tried to take my hand away, he would pull it back. So, rather than argue, I just let him. "You know that I'll always support your decisions, right?" He said, looking at me. I just sighed and didn't say anything. We were getting c