Romans & histoires Shattered The Movie

Lagpas ito sa aking kamay kaya kinailangan ko pang tupiin iyon. Tumingin si Papa sa akin sa repleksyon ko sa rearview mirror. “Huwag kang mag-alala. Hindi naman mainit ang panahon ngayon. Pero kung naiinitan ka, pwede kang manatili rito sa loob ng sasakyan-” “Romelio!” ani Mommy na parang kinabahan sa sinabi ni Papa. Nangunot ang noo ko. Bumuntong hininga naman si Papa.

Broken Hearts. On going trauma. These are the wounds Editha Amber and Jhon Paulo carry. Will they make it? Even after the storm

I laugh sarcastically. “Tita, I was fucking broken. My whole support system broken down. My whole life was torn apart. I fucking lost everything. No one in their right fucking mind would be able to function well after seeing their parents’ bodies in that state! Like a fucking meat burnt to a fucking crisp!”

Sa sobrang galit ni Clayton, sinubukan niyang pumasok sa loob ng interrogation room ngunit maraming kamay ang pumigil sa kanya. "Let go of me! I will kill that son of a bïtch!" Clayton couldn't help but to have a breakdown.

' yan ang tanong ko sa sarili ko. May nakadagan sa akin na braso kaya nanlaki ang mata ko at agad na bumangon. Masakit ang boung katawan ko at may mantsa ng dugo sa cover. Napatakip ako sa bibig at napahagulgol. 'i can't believe it' Dali-dali akong nagbihis at agad na lumabas. 'paano nagawa ni Jarred ito sa akin'

Always the spark. Now... nothing. I didn’t know what to say either. I was starting to forget how. I stared at the spot where we left her—too much like something I should’ve done differently, but I couldn't do it now, could I? But then the windows behind us shattered before I could process it. I heard Tito Weston shout, but it wasn’t a call to action. It was a warning.

Because deep down, I know that no matter what I do next, the damage has already been done. I watch Lucas disappear into the darkness, his words still hammering inside my skull. You already broke her. Don’t make it worse. It’s ironic, isn’t it? I spent years mastering control—of my emotions, my actions, my life. Yet tonight, with just a few words, I managed to shatter the one thing I swore I’d protect. Raisha.

“You should have known your place. At least, I might have taken pity on you…” Umakyat lahat ng dugo ni Venice sa galit. Dinampot niya ang pulsuhan ni Rhea, pero bago niya pa ito mapilipit, isang malakas na iyak ang bumulabog sa buong restaurant. “Ouch! She broke my wrist!” umaarteng hiyaw ni Rhea, akmang matutumba dahil sa sakit.

dagdag pa ni Olivia, seryoso ngunit may halong biro sa tono. Gusto na sanang umiyak ni Marco ngunit wala siyang luhang mailabas. Ang tingin niya sa buong palanggana ng sabaw ay parang isang misyong imposible—isang kapalarang hindi na niya maiiwasan. Ngunit kahit labag sa loob, ibinuka niya ang bibig, inangat ang palanggana, at dahan-dahang nilaklak ang sabaw na para bang isang bayani sa pelikula na isinusuko ang sarili sa kapalaran. Pagkatapos ng ilang lagok, tumigil siya para huminga, pero wala pa siya sa kalahati.

I warned, my voice dripping with anger. Tiana stepped back, her eyes wide with shock. But even then, I could see defiance in her eyes. I turned away, trying to control my rage. The room felt like it was spinning, the alcohol and emotions creating a toxic mix. "Get out," I said, my voice now hoarse. "I can't deal with you right now." Tiana hesitated, her face a mix of fear and stubbornness. Finally, she turned and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the shattered glass. I sank into a chair, head in my hands, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me.