Este Dolor No Es Mio Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knew we were exclusively dating as we had talked about it, we just hadn't labelled ourselves yet. When we arrived at Blake's mothers house, she was standing in the drive way with her arms crossed, looking slightly annoyed. I looked over at Blake he said "oh, no. She's not happy because we are late, we shouldn't have stopped to let you go to the bathroom" at the time I didnt respond because I think I was deafened by the nerves.

As we send out the lantern together and sounds of cheer and claps surround us I squeeze my result paper that is held tightly in my trembling left palm looking down at my feet tears of piercing agony tumbling down my cheeks. "Theia?" The way he calls my name saturated with heavy concern has me wail audibly my excruciating pain revealed in the sound of the gut-wrenching cries I am unable to control. I cannot do this, I do not want this. Why? Why me? After everything I underwent, after everything I have survived through to get here. Why is it that the moon keeps denying me my happiness? I weakly collapse to the ground grasping onto my bleeding chest for dear life as I gaze up at my confused mal

He shouldn't have had to go through any of this. "I just wanted to make things a little easier for you. We're friends, aren't we?" He smiled and adjusted my blanket. "God, you coughed up blood again?" I mustered a weak smile but quickly curled up because of the pain in my stomach. It was as if a fire was raging inside my chest, like someone was pounding on my ribs with relentless fists. "The doctors say your condition is getting worse," he muttered, distressed. "Soon, the standard treatments won't work anymore. But if you're willing, I can get you a spot in the country's top medical research program."

His absence added to my distress; I longed for his reassuring presence, his strong arms to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. “Ahh,” I yelled, the pain becoming unbearable. It felt like fire coursing through my veins, like every nerve ending was alight with searing heat. The door was locked, so I was okay in that sense. I had a feeling that I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. No one needed to see me like this because I wasn’t sure what was happening to me or if it was something related to my identity. The uncertainty gnawed at me, making the pain even worse. What if this was something serious? What if it was something that could change everything?

CHAPTER 6: HEARTACHE "No, I'm not jealous." I said and sipped my wine, I feel like I'm going to fall in that situation but no! Because I'm not jealous. "Naiintindihan kita Don Morfeo, maybe there's nothing between them but maybe this heartache of mine mawawala na to." ("I understand you Don Morfeo, maybe there's nothing between them but maybe this heartache of mine will disappear.") Augustin said and he also sipped his wine.

No matter how mean, no one deserves to go through the loss of a loved one. The untold story of agony which etches itself like an engraving on a bar of steel, never to be erased, is something I don't even wish upon an enemy. His pained groans go on for a long time which somehow lulls me to a listless sleep and leaves me with a bugging question... Who is Stellëza?

But my reflection doesn't listen. Because the truth is staring back at me. I'm jealous. Painfully, ridiculously jealous. And the worst part? I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend I'm not.

"Did I do something bad, Sandy?!" "No..." I gasped out, clutching my chest as the phantom pain throbbed again, pulsing in rhythm with the thunderstorm gathering outside. "It's... it's not you." "It's...it's my...my heat cycle..."

But my reflection doesn't listen. Because the truth is staring back at me. I'm jealous. Painfully, ridiculously jealous. And the worst part? I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend I'm not.

"But you were crying." "I'm crying not because of the wound I got from your mother's hands, but the accusation that made my mother bad in your mother's eyes.My mother's body has found a different life in this world.The crime I committed at your and Lelin's marriage is not my mother's crime either. Very sad if your mother gives a bad look to someone who has gone from the world." Groddy didn't make a sound, his eyes only saw how Sehrize's wound was very painful and how great the woman was trying to cover up the pain she had with a face that looked fine.