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Maybe he answered through lightning and thunder. “I WANT HIM! I LOVE HIM!” She screamed and the rain poured hard like a typhoon. The fire died making the place dark. The waves are getting stronger as her tears fall and the rain falls too. I held her close to me and spread my wings. It is time for us to go.

"Ah, shit," Cayson muttered as the rain began to pour. He had just reached the gates of the mansion when the heavy downpour started. The weather had already been terrible while he was still in Palawan, but he assumed the storm was isolated there. He didn’t expect it to stretch all the way to Manila.

His horrible words bringing me back out my damn thoughts, even though I glanced at his dead looking face one last time, still I couldn't stand the embarrassment anymore. Turning my legs around, I wasted no more time before walking out, even though all my heart kept on doing was burning Fucking tears swelling back into my eyes again, I couldn't stop anything. ****** Raindrops wetting the glassy expensive window, I watch as it blurred the glass, before sliding down. Thunder striking as the countless rain drops kept falling off, even though it was raining yet again for the hundredth time in a single month, and I have always loved the rain, still that wasn't enough to stop the tornado that my he

The weight of my despair was palpable, yet strangely comforting, for it validated the depth of my pain. As the storm raged on, time seemed to stand still. I closed my eyes, allowing the rain to wash away the remnants of my shattered hopes and dreams. In its relentless assault, the rain offered a peculiar solace—an acknowledgment that sometimes, it is through the storm that we find our strength.

I put my head in my hands, refusing to believe what had just happened. How could she, for even a second, think I’d be capable of letting go of the people I love most in this world? How could she stand before me, with her fake smile and venomous tongue, and ask me to give them up? Outside, the thunder grew louder and more violent, as if the storm understood the state of my heart. Rain poured heavily like the tears streaming down my face, and the wind howled with such fury, you’d think it aimed to rip every tree from the earth.

It really hurt like a bitch. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by an ominous rumble. It was about to rain. A gust of icy wind had picked up, causing the trees to sway dangerously. A storm picked up speed, but it was nothing compared to the tornado rising within me. “Damien, stop!” Everly’s giggling voice left me agitated.

As the first rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, I realized that the storm that loomed on the horizon was not just a metaphorical one—it was a harbinger of the trials and tribulations that awaited us in the days to come. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I turned back to Damien and Emilio, knowing that the storm that threatened to engulf us was only just beginning. And as the first raindrops began to fall, I braced myself for the tumultuous journey that lay ahead, praying that we would emerge unscathed on the other side.

Maybe she thinks she's safe here. A dark smile spreads across my face. "Mi dolce rovina," I whisper to the screen. My sweet ruin. "You'll learn soon enough." The storm isn't over. It's only changing shape.

The day after our wedding, Deanna Somerhalder secured her seatbelt and offhandedly told the car’s GPS, “Let’s go home.” The screen lit up, and the GPS said, “Now navigating to Harvey Bishop’s home.” My back stiffened. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harvey look up from the backseat. Deanna started driving. She sounded unbothered as she said, “The GPS is just using the most frequently used saved location. It’s just numbers. Anyway, this way we can drop Harvey home first.” Harvey said calmly from the backseat, “Don’t overthink this, Andrew. The GPS might just be used to this route because Deanna frequently picks me up.” I did not respond. Instead, I reached out to check the GPS history.

I'm glad she didn't throw it away this time. "I think the hurricane just arrived. The wind is too strong," Athijha acted like she's being pulled and blown by the wind. She faced me and then put her hands on her waist. "The hurricane is called Exiquel! You're so arrogant, Saavedra!" She responded to the silly thing I just said. I roared in laughter. "I'm not being arrogant, Alonso. I am just stating the fact." "Psh. Stating the fact my ass."