Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

Puno ng luha ang pisngi nito habang nakatingin sa 'kin. "D-Don't cry for me, I'll be okay. Don't remember me with sadness. Don't remember me with tears. Just remember all the laughter we've shared through the years with your sisters. When you've got me in your mind. Just remember that I'm walking in your steps, only half a step behind. So please don't be unhappy. Just because I'm no longer with you and your sisters. Remember that your Mama is always be with her beautiful daughters... a-always..."

It pains me, but the thought of Ali tried to fix everything then caught them pains me the most. "She cried when she saw me watching them, but my cousin just looked at me with a smirked on his face. I wanna punch him, but I realized that it will be useless. She apologized many times, but she didn't say she don't want me to leave her. She didn't say she will having a hard time if I leave, or even say she loves me. Doon pa lang alam ko nang talo na ako, alam ko nang tapos na ang lahat." Tumingin siya uli sa akin ngunit may namumuo na ring luha sa mata niya. Hindi ko na na-control ang sarili ko, agad kong tinawid ang pagitan namin at niyakap siya nang napakahigpit kasabay ng pagtulo ng luha ko.

tanong niya kaya naman sinagot ko siya. “Dahil malungkot ang maging only child, isipin mo nag-iisa ka lang na anak, wala kang kapatid na p’wede mong maging kalaro, nakukuha ko nga ang lahat pero hindi ko naman masabi sa sarili ko na masaya talaga ako sa mga natatanggap ko,” sagot ko at agad na gumuhit ang kalungkutan sa kaniyang mga mata.

Gym is not forever, napaaga lang ang retirement ko. Kailangang mahanap ko si Arzelle. Siya lang ang pangarap ko sa ngayon. Siya lang! "Damn Arzelle, I miss you badly," bulalas ko lumanghap ng hangin mula sa bintana. Hindi ko na napigilan ang mga luha ko. Sabi nila real man don't cry for himself but with this too much pain and loneliness inside me, it's hard to escape and to cry is the only way to lighten my pain.

I assured them, extremely holding back my tears. Magaling akong artista kaya alam kong kaya kong maitago lahat ng mga ito. I really do not like other people seeing me cry and watching me at my most vulnerable moment. Ayokong kaawaan nila ako. Their pity was the last thing that I wanted. That was not something that can help comfort me or recover. I know that I will recover on my own. I just needed my peace and that will solve everything. “You two want to celebrate?” I asked them smilingly.

[Oh, I'm sure, you don't need me anymore So I'll go on, try my best to just move on Now that it's over, I have to get over]

"I'm not offended, Marcus. I'm just curious—" "Madel." I knew that tone. He was definitely about to come up with an excuse to make rejecting me hurt less. He'll give me some speech about how he can't be distracted. Before he can say anything else, I push myself off the counter and grip the folds of his suit jacket tightly.

He married her for revenge. Now he won't let her go. Three years ago, Gideon Valderama stole his brother's bride. Hindi dahil sa pag-mamahal, kundi dahil gusto niyang manalo. Now, Ava Cortes is trapped in a marriage built on revenge. Her husband is cold. Her heart is bruised. And the divorce papers sitting on his desk come with a three-million-peso price tag she can't afford to pay. All while he can choose to divorce her anytime. Comes, Celestia Cruz, Gideon's ex and the divorce lawyer handling their case. She's beautiful, brilliant, and determined to make sure the marriage ends. Even if she has to destroy Ava in the process. But when Giovanni Valderama, the younger broth

"I just..." "I know," putol nito sa sinasabi niya. Huminga ito nang malalim saka bumangon at pinunasan ang mga luha bago humarap sa kanya. "Huwag mo nang ulitin pa kasi alam ko na, but can you just let me cry this out?" tugon nito sa malamig na boses. "Let me cry over this heartbreak, and I promise you, 'pag naka-move on na ako, hinding-hindi na ako maghahabol sa 'yo. I won't impose myself anymore, so please, just let me cry, kahit ngayon lang."

Umiiyak si Prescilla habang dahan-dahang isinara ang pinto ng kwarto. Hindi niya na kayang makinig pa sa mga salitang tila kutsilyong paulit-ulit na isinaksak sa kanyang puso. Sa lahat ng ginawa niya, ito pa rin ang naging kapalit—pagdududa, galit, at paninisi. “Mommy? Why are you crying?”