Taming Mr. Arrogant
It was not mere curiosity that fueled my inquiry, but a deep-seated need to understand, to offer solace or sanctuary against whatever hunted her.
She drifted to the balcony, gazing out upon the ever-shifting canvas of water, each wave a whisper of escape, of distances placed between oneself and pursuit. "The one facing east," she murmured, her voice a ghostly echo of itself. "I want to see the sunrise... feel like each day is really a fresh start."
Her choice of bespoke volumes screamed without the sound of nocturnal chases and dawns that held more significance than the birth of light. In her decision lay a silent plea for rebirth, an invocation to the universe to wipe clean the slate of nig
Sikat na Kabanata