Sendiri Biarkan Aku Sendiri Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not even to myself. So i stay in the cold, and say what’s easier. “I need you by my side that night.”

someone who doesnt try to pull him out of his grief but doesnt let him drown alone in it either. So I stay. Silent. Still. Here. And he lets me.He lets himself be seen. And he doesn’t look away.

[ the child hiding behind the walls inside the house , gazing and hearing … ] Dear father , I am your child Rickz and always be yours, but I have to leave, please dad don’t search for me .. I don’t have a place here I simply cannot accept and hear your insult …please tell mama that her child will be safe , I’ll be calling you and be in touch .. from now on my education , my expenditure will be all on me .. I’ll learn to handle it .. just don’t stress , once I am settled I shall call you about my where abouts ..

I feel extremely sad and I still tend to have suicidal tendencies. I try my best to forget, I really do. I even cooked for you today, got dressed and wore make-up because I believed that if I spent time with you, the only reliable friend I have, I would feel better but you were quite busy today so I had to go back to my lonely world of tears and grief."

It will only be just me. ONLY ME!!

me alone. Only mine… Snap

"Mine! All mine! You are all fucking mine!" Give me some strength to live on, this world is really selfish. ________________________________________

That's why at the end of the day, all I just have to count on is me, myself, and I. Yes, just me alone.

My voice sounded entirely foreign to my own ears – panicked, defensive, and desperate. Mari immediately stood up beside me. Her icy blue eyes were entirely soft, filled with a profound, heartbreaking empathy. She reached out, gently wrapping her warm hand around my trembling forearm, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Love," Mari suggested softly, her voice a calm anchor in the middle of my storm. "Maybe you should just give your mum a call? Just to ask." I looked down at her, my breathing shallow and erratic. "You’re right," I sighed, the fight suddenly draining out of me.

“I want to be alone. Get away from me.” My voice cracked, breaking into an ugly sob. “I want to be alone… please… leave me alone… leave me… alone.”