She Blank On My Blank Till I Blank Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Blair* The sudden shift in my world left me bewildered. It was like a bolt from the blue. One moment, I was lost in the sweet embrace of my mate's passionate kisses, and the next, he was gone. He'd vanished without a word, leaving me to grapple with the confusion that followed. His warmth had dissipated, and all that remained was an empty space next to me.

I look behind maybe there is someone behind me whom she is looking to, but I see no one. Err… is she looking at me? I wave my hands in front of her eyes. She blink then she continued to stare at me. “Hello?” I shyly said. Uhh, can’t she understands English? Ahh, right! Maybe she’s a Korean or a Japanese. “Annyeong haseyo” I greeted. Still no effects. “Konichiwa?” still no response. The heck, she’s cute but she’s creeping me out. “Oh? Sapphire, you’re there. I’m looking for your for like hours now,” girl said then she followed where her friend’s eyes is

I had spent six months drifting across the ocean on a cargo ship, but I would send 20,000 dollars back home every month. So, I really only had one thing on my mind the day I finally set foot on solid ground again—my wife's pork rib soup. When I pushed open the front door, I found my seven-month-pregnant wife, Sophia Merkin, sitting on our worn-out sofa. At that moment, my six months' worth of exhaustion, frustration, and pent-up anger from the roiling life at sea surged to the surface. "I've been busting my ass out there and working more than 10 hours a day. Yet, I don't even get a hot meal at home when I'm finally home?" Sophia said nothing. Instead, she walked over to the refrigerator

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

“Eden, where are you? Come out now. They want to make June drink.” Eden immediately became flustered, and he was only able to manage one sentence. “Katie, don’t misunderstand me. I’ll explain to you later when I’m back.” I weakly slid down and sat on the floor. I just let the pain wash over me and drag me into the abyss of hopelessness. Even my breath smelled of blood. I cried in silence. After a long while, laughter from the outside jolted me back. “Did you see Eden caring so much about June?”

"Then open your eyes and look." I slammed the Enter key. In the next second, the office monitor lit up. So did the long row of electronic screens outside, the ones that usually displayed model students and honor roll lists. The corridor, loud as a marketplace moments earlier, fell silent. Everyone looked up. On the screen was my exam answer sheet. It was blank. Every section stood empty. In the essay box, drawn in thick black ink, was a huge turtle. Beside it, scrawled in wild, arrogant strokes: [What are you staring at? Never seen someone turn in a blank paper?]

My heart started thumping against my chest loudly and I brought my hand to my cheeks trying to soothe the pain impacted on me. Tears started welling up in my eyes and I blinked them, searching for the right answers to give to her, but none seemed to form in my brain. I started sobbing and sniffing, racking my brain further but I was blank. Blank. It was as if there was nothing I could say that would bring me out of this mess. And I needed to say something real quick. "If you do not give me a response in three seconds, consider yourself dead. " She spat and I flinched.

“Who am I?” The words lodged in my chest. Before I could respond, she let out a shaky breath, her fingers trembling against the sheets. “I can’t remember anything. It’s all blank. Like fog.” I stepped closer instinctively. “Hey, hey,” I said softly, though my own heartbeat thundered in my ears. “It’s okay. Don’t push it. Just breathe.” She pressed both palms to her temples. “It hurts when I try,” she whispered. “My head—God, it hurts.”

“I mean it. I’ll always say goodbye if I have to go anywhere. I’ll never just disappear.” Blair’s eyes warmed. “Same.” We smiled at each other through the screen, two girls in pajamas with too much history behind their eyes and too many feelings they didn’t always know what to do with. Maybe we were both a little broken. But at least we weren’t alone. “Okay,” Blair said, stretching and yawning. “I’m going to wash this mask off before it turns into cement.” “Good idea.” “Text me tomorrow?” “Always.” She winked and hung up.

Hollowed out Empty within Nothing lingers Nothing lives Cold spreads quickly Hardening Turning into ice Fragile and weakened Cracks begin to form Until shattered pieces Lay on the floor This is me This is my body This is my heart and soul Without you K x I stare at the image, my mind letting the words spread through it. There is so much in it, and it resonates with me. I want to smile, but I can't.