Protect Your Peace Mga Nobela at Kwento

she whispered. “Anything.” “When this ends, we still have something left of us.” He paused, the faintest crack in his composure. “If I have to tear down the world to protect you, Luna, I’ll build a new one after. With you in it.” Her chest ached. “That’s not peace.” “No,” Adrian said quietly. “That’s war. Peace comes after.” He turned away then, walking toward the darkened windows where the city sprawled beneath them, glittering, treacherous, alive.

Chaos said but Peace suddenly spoke, cutting him off. “I’m…not here to stay again, I’m here to say thank you to all of you to all your sacrifices to protect me but…starting today I want you all to stop.” She said that made me confused. “Peace, what are you saying?” I ask her. “You don’t have to protect me from now on, I can manage by myself. Thank you to all of you, I owe you my life.” She said and walked out of the house. We all looked confused, especially Hell, looks like he’s being torn into pieces. Chaos hurry to follow Peace while we all stay inside the house, I can see the pain in Hell's eyes again, the pain to him hearing his sister leaving again and being away from him again.

For a moment, I simply stood there, staring out the window at the city skyline. But no matter how high I rose, no matter how much power or wealth I gained, the one thing I craved — peace — seemed to always slip through my fingers. Especially when it came to my mother. And now, with Petal in my life, I had something worth protecting. Something precious. Something pure. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin that. Not even my own blood.

There’s a difference between healing… --- …and allowing yourself to fully live again. --- Because sometimes— --- Even after the growth, Even after the peace, Even after the clarity— --- There’s still a small part of you that holds back. --- Not out of fear. --- But out of habit. --- --- A quiet instinct to protect yourself. --- Just in case. --- --- Sunday morning carried a different kind of light. --- Soft. --- Gentle. --- Almost… inviting. ---

I sighed. He kept calling—again and again—like a song on repeat that I didn’t want to hear. My phone lit up with his name so many times, I had to flip it over just to get a moment of peace. What does he want now? I asked myself, already feeling the weight of frustration building in my chest. My head was tired, my heart even more. I had gone through too much already, and right now, I couldn’t take any more stress. Not now. Not when I was carrying life inside me. My unborn child didn’t ask to be a part of this chaos. This baby deserved calm, deserved peace, and most of all, a mother whose heart wasn’t constantly breaking. I closed my eyes and placed my hand gently over my belly. “You’re safe,”

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ

Was I not allowed one second of peace? -

And I wasn’t going to let anyone take my peace away. “ This is perfect “ i whispered to myself

The quiet between us wasn’t empty; it was comfortable, the kind of silence that only comes from being completely understood. “You know,” I said after a while, “I never thought peace could feel this… ordinary and still feel important.” He smiled faintly, stirring his coffee. “I know. That’s the thing. We’re used to chaos, fights, problems. But real life… life worth living… is in these small moments.” I nodded. “I think that’s what scares me the most. That peace can feel fragile.” “It’s fragile,” he admitted. “But it’s also real. And we can protect it. By choosing each other, by being honest, by taking it slow.”

I need to protect myself. "I'll sign," I whisper after a second.