All The Things We Cannot Say Mga Nobela at Kwento

~ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ~ ~ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ... ˢᵒ ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒ..? ~ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ--~

One after another, why did everyone have to speak in ways that left others so confused? “If you have something to say, just say it. There’s no need to apologize to me. We’re equals.”

Something that hasn’t reached the surface yet but is getting closer with every second that passes, with every word I don’t say, with every step I don’t take. And for a moment, Just one— I let it show. Not fully. Not enough for her to turn and see it clearly. But enough that if she looked, She’d notice. The hesitation. The restraint. The shift. The fact that I’m standing here like there’s something I want to say and no way to say it without breaking everything further than I already have. Then it’s gone. Buried again. Controlled. Contained. Because that’s the only way I know how to hold anything that matters.

"Can you tell us what the bad woman did?" Fear shot through me like lightning. I shook my head frantically. "I cannot. If I tell, she will know. She will come back." "She cannot come back. We will not let her." "She is magic! She can do anything!" The words burst out before I could stop them. Magic. The thing I was not supposed to talk about. The thing that made the bad woman powerful and terrible and unstoppable. Daddy's face went hard. "Magic?" But I could not say more. My throat closed up and the words would not come and I felt like I was choking on secrets that were too big to swallow.

One can not tell how good it would be if that thing doesn't exist. Still, we are human and not a saint. We are living being full of imperfections. We are mortals who have affection, we have feeling no matter what their origin is. We are human who can feel happiness, sadness, madness, and tons of emotion that we can't fully explain what that thing is.

Jada said. “Couldn’t you two wait!” Marilou scolded. “He said the whole package, my cologne, my outfit, the way those heels made my legs look, and how confident I was with the press conference, it put him over the top. Oh no! Now the red is back! Marilou!” Jada fretted. “Stick your head out the window!” Marilou said. “I can’t reach it!” Jada told her. “Here, let me give you a boost,” Marilou said.

But my heart had already moved past yes and was somewhere else entirely, turning the words over and over in the particular darkness of the things we don't say out loud. *What do you want to tell me.*

“You will mark one another.” This was the part I would have been dreading. But all I felt was relief, because neither of us had access to our wolves, and Axel said it out loud before I had to find a way to. “We are unable to do that right now,” he said evenly. “Given the circumstances of what happened before.”

I didn’t speak immediately. I couldn’t. Because both options sat in front of me— And neither of them felt right. Deny it? That would be a lie. We didn’t have anything now… but that didn’t erase everything that had already happened. Define it? What would I even say? What were we? The answer didn’t come. And that alone told me everything. I exhaled slowly. “I can’t.” The words came out quieter than I expected. But they were enough. All three of them looked at me.

Frankly, none of us can look away. “We’re the ones who didn’t.” I push down the hard rock stuck in my throat with one long, painful gulp. “I can’t help but wonder why.”