Kisah Diriku Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vera’s POV Robert was quiet for a moment, like he was trying to find the right place to start. "I remembered my previous life." "When?" "Five years ago. After you left, I was driving to the airport to find you. I was in an accident. Three months in a coma." He paused. "When I woke up, I thought I'd had an extraordinarily long dream. But it was too real to be a dream. I think it was the previous life." He kept going. "Back when we first became mates — honestly, I resented it. You were never what I wanted. Bellis was. But I knew she didn't really want me either, which is why she'd pushed me toward you."

Letting their words sink in, I've decided that yes, I am bisexual and if I want children in the future I can do it myself but if I find someone along the road, then fine. Six months have passed since I've seen or heard from Julie. In these last six months, I've finally moved on from her. I've found another woman who has stolen my heart. Her name is Blake Anderson, she's 23 years old and works at the coffee shop that I frequent. Blake's fairly new at the coffee shop, she's the new barista. She's in her last year of college to become a child parole officer.

"What a jerk! Didn't he see what he had been missing?" "Well, I was nothing special back then. A bit too skinny . And yeah, he was missing on his s**ual life." I laughed bitterly recalling my ex. We'd only be holding hands and kissing. What I didn't know was that in the past three years of our relationship, he was seeing the company's junior secretary in her apartment and goodness knows what they were doing there if they were spending three or four hours together.

He muttered as we heard sirens in the distance. "I...I..." I replied but I was speechless. I looked at my reflection in the cars side-view mirror. Who are you? We stopped at Jibin's place and he dragged me inside. "I need a smoke." He stated and pushed me down to sit on the couch. I felt numb as my mind started racing. I then grabbed my phone and dialled 10111. "South African police service, what is your emergency?" The operator asked. "I, I killed someone," I mumbled.

Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?” With another soundless breath of air, I changed the tone of my voice to mimic a different person, saying, “you always do this, brother! You let yourself think everything will be fine if only you can make it to a certain place or do a certain thing, but life is never that simple! You go into those woods and you won’t come back out again! The legends-” I cut myself off, changing my voice back to the previous one, my tone annoyed as I say, “I’m aware. I know the song as well as you do.”

He picked up his phone and typed one final blog post. *“The first time I told the truth, I was afraid no one would listen. The second time, I was afraid I’d lose everyone. But the third time… I told it for myself. And that made all the difference.”*

Caspian’s confession didn't just break the ice in my heart—it shattered the very foundations of my reality. He hadn't just found me in this life. He had hunted through the corridors of time to find the version of me that survived. "You came back for me," I whispered, my voice trembling against his lips.

"Don't make my ears bleed." "I'm telling you a story, respect it." After fake scolding me, he continued, "Once upon a time there was a princess, living in a far away kingdom . . ." He told me the story of a princess who was always alone, locked inside the castle and desired to see the world. His words invading everything. My pain, my mind, my urge to take drugs and the words. Only I heard him reciting to me in silence and with patience like before without asking what was the matter.

"behind my smile is a broken heart, behind my laugh I'm falling apart. behind my eyes are tears at night, behind my body is a soul trying to fight" ******* My cursed fate began from the day my dad got married to a woman named Polly, a woman who was already married before and got divorced just like my dad; somehow my dad thought me and my brother Rylan needed a so called mother to look after us cause he alone was not being able to look after us. It was a joke people were laughing behind our back cause my so called dad was getting married again but what I did not know was from this day onwards my life was going to take whole 90 degree angle change; from this day onward my life was going to tu