Quality Of Being Scared Of Everything Novels & Stories

And it feels like it's going to eat me alive. I used to crave for the things and places which reminded me of her. But now, there’s this fear that I can't understand where it’s coming from. It’s just her. Just my memories with her. I used to be so happy with it but why am I getting scared of it now? It’s her. Why would I get scared of the thing that’s keeping her alive in my head? It’s the memories that I should hold into. Why do I want it to fade so badly?

Sa halip ay marahan niyang hinaplos ang likod ng kamay ni Yvee habang titig na titig ito sa kaniya. “G-Gideon?” Humugot si Gideon ng mababaw na hininga saka bahagyang ngumiti. “You know what scares me the most?” Napakurap si Yvee. “Ano?” “Na baka isang araw magising na lang ako tapos panaginip lang pala lahat ng ’to.” “Ano ba naman ’yang sinasabi mo…” mahinang sabi ni Yvee habang natatawa nang bahagya kahit kinakabahan na siya.

“I’m scared that if I stop trying so hard, I’ll lose everything. My career, my reputation... everything I’ve worked for. And I’m scared that you’ll look at me and think I’m weak. That you’ll leave because I’m not strong enough.” The rawness of Danielle’s words hit Ashley like a wave. She could see the fear in her eyes, the doubt that had settled in her chest. It was the same fear Ashley had felt countless times—of being unworthy, of not being enough. And yet, in this moment, it was more than just a fear of failure. It was a fear that the person Danielle loved might walk away because of her perceived weakness.

Gumawa ako ng sarili kong mundo na para bang hindi ko naririnig ang kanilang mga harutan, hiyawan, kwentuhan, at bastusan. Meron pa palang mga ganito sa panahon ngayon? I mean, everything is digital now a days kaya parang outcast and rare na kung may makita man akong newspaper. I chose to solve the words under the 'across' section. There are six blank boxes and I mumbled the question, "Literary genre with an atmosphere of dread," Dread means 'to fear greatly' and is synonymous with the words anxiety, fear, panic or wait? Horror! Horror is a genre.

Hindi naman s'ya makakapayag na mauwi sa wala ang pinaghirapan n'ya. " Karamihan pa naman sa mga bagay na nakukuha sa agaw ay madali rin naaagaw ng iba kaya mag-ingat ka," dagdag pa nito. Halatang tinatakot s'ya. " An egocentric person fears abandonment," matalas na dadag nito sabay tinapik ang kan'yang balikat at umuna nang umalis palabas ng unit. Palihim niyang naitikom ang kan'yang kamao.

“You make me forget everything else. Just you, and this moment…” Parang kiniliti ang puso ko sa mga salitang ‘yon. Hindi ko na napigilang umangat at titigan siya. Nakasalubong ko ang mga mata niyang puno ng lambing. At oo, may halong pagnanasa pa rin. Pero higit doon, may init na hindi lang galing sa katawan kundi sa damdamin. “I’m scared,” bulong ko. “Of what?” mabilis niyang tugon.

Sumunod siya sa likod ni Adrian, bawat hakbang parang masyadong malakas ang tunog. Pagpasok nila, isinara ni Adrian ang pinto. Soft click. Pero parang may pintong nagsarado sa buhay niya. Pagharap niya, inaral siya nito—mga matang hindi mabasa, pero alam niyang binabasa siya. “How was your morning? ” tanong niya. “Overwhelming,” sagot niya, barely holding it together. “That was expected.” Lumapit ito, mabagal, may rason sa bawat galaw. “People fear what they don’t understand. And they don’t understand you. Yet.”

Hindi niya alam kung ano ang mas nakakatakot: ang totoo niyang nararamdaman, o ang katotohanang hindi na ito kayang itanggi. "I’m scared, Zion." "Ako rin," sagot nito, walang alinlangan. "But I’d rather be scared with you than be safe alone." Lumapit siya, marahang humakbang papalapit. Hindi para yumakap. Hindi para humalik. Kundi para tumayo sa tabi nito. "We’re still under contract," paalala niya. "Then let’s make every page count," sagot ni Zion, may bahagyang ngiti.

“That’s always your answer. Nothing. Don’t ask. Don’t look. Don’t care. Don’t come close. Pero you keep saying things that sound like you’re daring people to notice.” He stood too. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Then explain!” “I don’t owe you an explanation!” “I know!” My voice cracked, and I hated it. “I know you don’t. Pero I’m scared, okay?” Caelan froze. The words were already out. Too honest. Too much. But I couldn’t pull them back anymore. “I’m scared,” I repeated, quieter. “Because sometimes you say things like that and I don’t know if I’m supposed to ignore them or take them seriously. And if I ignore them, what if I’m wrong?”

Everything is starting to fill the missing puzzles. Humugot siya ng malalim na hininga. Mabilis ang tibok ng kanyang dibdib kakaisip sa bagay na hindi pa naman nangyayari. She’s scared of the freaking possibilities that might result once her mother sees her daughter.