It's A Secret You Wouldn't Understand Mga Nobela at Kwento

I need to fix the mess I made. And I will. I decided that I will keep this a secret to myself for now. Nobody needs to know. I don’t need to be criticized by anyone. This is my life and it’s a decision that I’ve made. Besides, they don’t understand. They would never understand. What she and I have is different. It’s not something I’ve ever heard anyone mention before. It’s a special kind of bond. I don’t know where all of this is coming from or why ours is so different, I only know that it is.

There are so many secrets I know that they will never guess innocent me would know, because who am I kidding they all think I am the sweet damsel in distress. I finally made it to the door of the secret room with a heavy sigh. God, I am never drugging a bulky man ever again. Well unless necessary like right now. I opened the door with the secret password, don't get me started on how I know it. This particular door happens to be hidden well...you can never know there is a door unless you are being told which is unlikely to happen....with all the wines sitting on the shelf who would ever guess there's a door behind.

Moonlight filtered through branches in silver shards. “I know,” he said without preamble. “I’ve known since the park. The way you look at each other. The way you move around each other like you’re scared someone will notice how much you want to touch. It’s obvious, Alex. And it’s fucked up.” “Max—” “Tell them.” His voice cracked. “Tell your dad. Tell Lisa. Before someone else figures it out and it explodes. I’m not going to be the one who keeps this secret for you forever. It’s eating me alive.”

"No more secrets?" “Let me go you fucker idiot, YES No SECRETS AGAIN.” "Liar." "Maybe one or two." "haha, I know you that well."

That being invisible is worse than being hated. Because at least hatred means they see you. My hand trembled as I wrote the next line. If I’m not careful, I’ll break. And I don’t know if Cole would catch me if I do. The silence of my room pressed heavy around me. I closed the journal, shoving it under my pillow like a secret I wasn’t brave enough to speak aloud. For now, it was safe. Hidden. But some secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

Some secrets should stay buried and die with us. Tiana pursed her lips. "I don't agree with you, but I understand."

Once he finished speaking, I asked a single sentence in a light voice. "Is that all?" The other end fell silent for a brief moment, then his voice turned cheerful. "That's all for now. It's Mandy's first time going abroad. I'm afraid she won't be used to it, so look after her a bit more." I suddenly felt it was ironic. Turns out, he was capable of remembering everything, but nothing concerning me. After five years together, he didn't know that milk gave me a stomachache and that I was allergic to mangoes. He knew even less that I had to draw the curtains tightly to sleep and couldn't stand heavy perfume scents.

"Business. A secret. Whatever you need it to be." He didn't sound entirely convinced by his own words, and neither, if she was honest, did Sophie.

Not like a ghost. Not like a secret. It's like a home listening to a good story.