A Student's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

My new shoes got splashed by the girl's juice and again, Sandra and I also had to be a spectacle because of what she did. “Tam, your shoes….” "That's how it is." My eyes then fell on the bespectacled girl who was still sitting on the floor. She with a sad look makes me a little sorry. Her clothes were all dirty from the spilled food and juice. Ah, at least she's even with me. “Tam, I'm sorry for what happened to your shoes. Honestly, she's really clumsy,” sneered Alexi who had just finished enjoying her lunch. She who sat not far from the scene was really relaxed looking at us. Likewise the other students, who just laughed and gossiped about the girl below me.

Liam said calmly, “you’ll never struggle again a day in your life.” The rain poured harder around them. Her heart pounded nervously. Nothing about this felt normal. But nothing about Liam Dawson felt normal either. “What’s the catch?” she asked quietly. For the first time, something dangerous flashed inside his gray eyes. Possession. Obsession. Hunger. Then he said the words that would destroy her entire life. “You will belong only to me.”

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

She added, side eyeing. “What kind of question is that? Of course I'm not!” She shrugged. “Then don't play with him or his emotions since you know he likes you. Or at least have the decency to admit you’re just doing it to win a game against a guy you secretly are in competition with.” “Maybe you're right,” I muttered, looking out into the darkness. “Maybe I just want to see if I can make him be more obsessed with me, just me.” The next afternoon, the hallway was a chaotic blur of students, but Leon stood out, looking stressed as he stood by his locker. He was fiddling with his bag, his movements fast and distracted.

Like he could hold the morning hostage, bend time itself to his will if he simply chose to. He wasn't just a boy anymore. Not the sweet, clumsy boy she'd known. He was a vortex, pulling her in with irresistible force. He was hope, bright and fragile, intertwinedwith a deep, churning self-loathing. He was hunger, a raw, gnawing need that threatened to consume her, and a stark, "ashing warning sign, screaming for her to turn back. All tangled to-gether, a Gordian knot of her own making that she didn't know how – or if she even wanted – to untie.

I thought it had been the urging of a friendly teacher, eager for another pupil to mold. But now I see it for what it truly is. Obsession.

"Be quiet." "Why? So you wouldn't get exposed for trying to force your student to love your duck-head back?" A frown etched on my face pretty bad, I could no longer feel the spaces between my muscles at that creasing. "I said be quiet," he held my shoulder and covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my intended yelling. "I'm not forcing you at all, I just need you to understand. I'd never do something like this but you're making me go crazy. It feels so unrealistic to love someone I literally don't know, I can't help it. It's starting to seem like an obsession."

I want to leave him, but if I do, what are the risks? And here I go! Speaking like a banker who is afraid of going bankrupt. It is a bit the case, to tell the truth. I don't want to jeopardize my life in any way. My love life is going round in circles. Sometimes it breaks off, experiences a bit of calm. The urge to have desire fades and I claim my loneliness as a student would beg a teacher to give him a good grade.