Melancholy Poem

After she laid unconscious on Zach's cold body, she unpredictably once had this strange dream. A man who sends her a message that is not legible, but surely giving clue about Zach. The context that's not written in the alphabet made her even more confused. As the words started to fly around her head; full of questions with lack of answers. She began to be curious not just about what the letter says but also about herself. It feels strange, but not. It feels like she just lost someone who's exceptional to her. She's grieving and finding the love of a father, the care of a brother, and the unending worry of a mother. Her true identity begun to hunt her, a true identity that she didn't know it's existing. With emptiness and the feeling of melancholy in her heart, one day, she woke up in a different room surrounded by white walls, quiet hallways, chemical scented places, life monitors, ventilators, and people who are shouting and yelling for help to save and revive their love ones. Knees bent down on the floor, tears falling to their cheeks while both hands are clasps, begging for help. What will happen to her after losing the man she loves? What will happen after knowing the truth? Will she still be able to accept it, or throw it away? Will she still be able to forgive who betrayed her, for the second time, or will she picks to understand again its reason?

"Sign the contract before I change my mind since buying a woman is not difficult. Furthermore, this deal is worth 45 million dollars, and your entire life has scarcely seen it," William Mackenzie said as he threw papers on Monica's face. “Will you ever love me again?" Monica said with a melancholy voice. "Love is nonsense! I'm not into love. I am only offering you this contract because you are incapable of harming me. Even if you do, you will not live this life. Now accept it, or get out!" William crudely said. Monica was a lovely and vivacious child who lost her parents at a very young age. Her sorrow began when she moved in with her aunt. She served only as her aunt's housemaid. She fell in love with an ordinary man who gave her hope that there was someone in this harsh world who would love and look out for her until she learned that the man she loved had recovered his memories. Her beloved was leading a false life. And now he was unfamiliar with her and abandoned her because she was poor, and he had no feelings for her anymore. William Mackenzie was the richest tycoon who thought of money and power, but more importantly, he desired vengeance on those who tried to kill him, causing his memory loss for seven long years, and now he was back in business. ★★★

"Rupert Zachary Kilmer. Do you take Lianna Callis Smith as your lawful wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward. For better, for worse. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health, until death do you part?”  "I most certainly do, father…" Nearing the day, he'd finally be tied to the woman he loves, Rupert Kilmer eagerly waited for her sweet answer. Those two words and the priest's declaration of their union. Yet, as he unveiled the woman in white, the face that appeared wasn't his bride. "Eridessa…? Wait what? Where's Lia?" *** Lianna Callis Smith thought she'd be a lot happier when she regained her vision. Yet, tears drenched her cheeks as she came home after her surgery, finally seeing the treachery she'd been sensing back when she's still blind. Her marriage only lasted…for two years. For the man she so loved, was on top of another, in her very home. Facing the blame of his affair, Lianna watched in melancholy from afar, as Rupert was wed to another. However, to her surprise, it wasn't just her who stood on the same building, watching that very scene. "You…you're—" Before the strange man could mutter his words, both met darkness until they woke up, back in three years time. "Let's get married, Jasper Wayne. Let's show them…what they…who they wasted…this…we don't deserve any of this… "In this life, let's live happily…"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mist inquired. Carnation bit her bottom lip and looked down at the papers she was holding. "You can't back out once you sign the contract." She remained silent, so Mist spoke up again, "think about it twice." "It's still possible to quit," Mist suggested. She shook her head repeatedly. "No. . . I've made up my mind." "You're pretty desperate, aren't you?" "My family is in serious debt, and this is the only way I can pay it off." "You're so lovely. You don't belong here. But what options do I have? People like you are exactly what our business requires. Desperate women willing to cling to a knife's edge." Carnation placed the paper on the wooden table. She took a deep breath and quickly signed the contract before returning it to Mist. With a melancholy look, the woman accepted the contract and said, "you can no longer revoke what you have already signed. From today, you are now Mr. Lust's property." Carnation's heart was torn apart by the news. She traded her freedom and pride for the sake of money. When Carnation's father was admitted to the hospital after being diagnosed with lypmhoma. Their family's small business went bankrupt. Carnation had to drop out of college and work to support her family. In serious depth, she had no choice but to work in Casa de Lujuria, an exclusive nightclub owned by Luca Lindenhurst, a Seven Sins Association member.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE OLDER THAN YOU? May pag asa ba? Umamin ka? Anong naging sagot niya? Kahit na kailan hindi naisip ni Hyiena na makakaramdam pa siya ng pagmamahal. she's obsessed with death and hurting herself. Mahal niya ang ulan,sapagkat Malaya itong pumapatak at tumutunog ng walang halong pag aalinlangan.Everything seems to be tiring for her, not until, one day. She met Ermir, a 35-year-old man who loves poetry.a man who's completely lost in life, full of regrets and nostalgia in his youth. All he can do is stare at the pouring rain that gives a nostalgia to him. Hyiena falls in love with him. he denies his feelings, but write hundreds of poem for her. Amir loves her, she's dedicated. but it feels so wrong. she left. he stayed,nanatili siya kahit hindi sigurado kung may babalik pa ba.,tinulak niya,para lang makaabante siya kahit ang ibig sabihin nito ay maiwan siya sa llikuran. Anong mangyayari sa kwento nilang dalawa?pinaglalayo ng oras at panahon Ng paniniwala at prinsipyo Ng kalooban at kaisipan Mali sa paningin ng iba,tama para sa mga puso nila. ‘’nagpapasalamat ako sakanya,sa taong tumulak saakin Sa pagtulak na ‘yon,kahit na masakit,atleast nakahakbang ako .naka abante ako Umusad ako,habang siya ay naiwan sa likod,katulad ng pag talikod sakanya ng panahon ‘’