Pitifully Mga Nobela at Kwento

she hissed at me, looking so down, so sad and angry and pitiful. Well, aren’t we all pitiful? “There’s no use crying over spilt milk. That’s water under the bridge now. Nangyari na ang mga nangyari. Wala na tayong magagawa pa kahit na magsisihan pa tayo.” mahinang pakli ni Wolf. Lionel let out a loud sigh. Kieran tsk-ed. Jelina let out a bitter laugh and drifted her eyes somewhere in this dark, cold basement we were confined and chained.

“Wala kang ideya kung gaano kahirap ang magpanggap na mahalin ka, someone as utterly pathetic as you. No fvcking idea. Ang hirap magpanggap na sweet church brat. Ang hirap pigilan ang sarili kong hindi magmura! It was agonizing. My poor Vincent had to play along, too. Pero kailangan kong gawing kapani-paniwala.” Bawat salita nito ay tumatarak nang mas malalim sa dibdib ni Rozein. “Hindi ko na kayang magpanggap. I couldn’t live with you for one more second. You’re so pathetic… love-seeking, emotionally starved. Pakiramdam ko, hinahatak mo rin ako pababa kasama mo. At hindi na rin ako makapaghintay na magpakasal. Kaya, pasensya na kung sa ganitong paraan mo nalaman.”

Saglit siyang tumigil nang banggitin ang pangalan sa huli. "I-It hurts and it broke me into a million pieces. But I'm desperate. I want him. I want him to be mine. And I'm eager to get him, to take him away from her. I used all my power, all my communications just to make her life miserable." Kinapos ng hininga si Ariah sa mga naririnig mula sa bibig ni Venice. Tuloy-tuloy ang pagbagsak ng kaniyang luha habang hinahabol ang kaniyang hininga.

And the realization was a crushing blow, a bitter pill to swallow. My carefully constructed image, the seductive persona I had cultivated, had crumbled. The vulnerability, the calculated manipulation—it had all backfired. Lahat, bumalik sa akin. Imbis na ako sana 'yung masaya, ako pa bandang huli ang agrabyado. And now, I was left with nothing but my anger, my frustration, my despair. The carefully constructed plans, the meticulously crafted strategies—they had all failed. And I was left with nothing but my pain, my anger, my despair. Pero anong magagawa no'n?

At tuluyan na niyang hindi napigilan ang pagpatak ng isang butil ng luha mula sa kanyang mata na palihim niyang pinunasan gamit ang kanyang palad. 'Endure it, Tori. Just endure the pain...'

Nakakapagod, dahil alam kong sa huli ako lang ang masasaktan. *********************** Hit it dudes -MissteriousGuile

Ang hindi mo nailigtas ang taong mahal mo ay nakakapanghina, sinisisi ang sarili dahil naging wala kang kwenta. Halos hindi na makahinga si Clayton dahil sa paninikip ng kaniyang dibdib. Tumayo siya at walang ginawa kundi ang sumigaw, you can hear his howling voice. Ramdam mo ang hinagpis at nararamdaman niyang sakit. Wala rin niyang kahirap hirap na binunot ang isang malaking puno at itinapon iyun sa kung saan.

mapait na ngiti nito. Napapukpok pa ito sa d****b. “The pain was deep and really makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs. It might be, I should never let him hurt me this way. I hope, I shouldn’t let me feel this way. I shouldn't let him be used, ruined and feel that I am not good enough to be with him. I shouldn't let him become someone who meant to hurt me and to feel like I don't deserve who I am today. I shouldn't let him feel that he is more powerful than mine. I shouldn't let him feel that he is special in everything. I shouldn't let him be driven to be someone he used to be now. I shouldn't have taught him to be more strong and be authentic because at the end, after he complete

"At ito? Itong walang kwentang kwintas na ibinigay mo. Ngayon ko na sana ipapalagay sa'yo at papayag na ako sa mga salita mo. Pero p*tangina, lokohan lang pala! Pakasaya kayong dalawa, mga p*tangina! Salamat sa sakit, p*tangina. Mga gago!" Inihagis ko ang kwintas na 'yon sa kung saan at tinitigan s'ya sa mata. Ikatlong beses na, ikatlong beses mo na nakitang naiyak ako. Pero pinag-sisisihan ko, you are not worth it. Huli na 'to. Bakit nga ba ako nahulog sa isang tulad mo? P*tangina. Salamat sa pagwasak. Salamat sa sakit. Salamat, you piece of sh*t!

Naprotektahan ko sana sila! Ang nanginginig sa galit ang napapirma sa papel. May dungis ng dugo. At sa huli, ang mga mata ko na minsang lumuha ilang taon na ang lumipas ay lakas loob na napakawalan at tumulo sa papel. “We're sorry to your lost.” Sorry. Bwisit na sorry na yan!