Novel & Cerita Story Of Sadness

madamdamin nitong saad kaya napangiti na rin ako. "C'mon, magkuwento ka!" Usal ko at agad s'yang hinalikan sa pisngi. "I was seven-year-old that time noong mawala sila. They died because of the plane crashed. Nasaktan ako at sobrang nalungkot dahil nasanay ako noon na kasama ko sila.." he let out a heavy sigh. "Habang tumatagal ay pakiramdam ko.. may kulang na sa pagkatao ko. Punong-puno ako nang inggit sa puso ko noon, wife. Lalo na pagdating sa pamilya- pera, mamahaling mga kagamitan, pagkain, damit at mga alahas.. Oo, kaya kong bilhin ang mga 'yon. Pero- kahit kailan ay hindi no'n mapupunan ang lahat ng pangingulila na nararamdaman ko noon."

sa una lang talaga masaya ang isang bagay pero habang tumataga unti unti na itong nagbabago hanggang sa tuluyan ng masira ang kasiyahang iyon. Maybe his not my prince so I didn't expect now to be his princess...Yes I love him so bad..but his inlove with someone else... So I guess..this is the end of my own built fairytale love story with him.... Sad but.... Our love story end with a Tragedy...not with a....... happily ever after like what I always want it to be.... Yanna Ysabelle Cole) THE END

i added with sobs. Napaluhod ako at patuloy na hinihimas ang lapida ng aking anak. I drowned myself in this sorrow, sadness and pain until the pain turn numb. I drowned myself in my tears until they completely drained. Gustohin ko magpakatatag pero saan ako huhugot ng lakas? Bakit sa kabila nangyayari sa buhay ko bakit nanatiling nakatayo pa rin ako sa mundong ito.

He was the reason for all this pain. All I wanted was love, but it only brought me more suffering. I was full of anger and sadness that I couldn’t let out because my voice was gone. I was falling apart. Every day, it felt harder to hold myself together. The pain, the loss, the betrayal—it crushed me.

"Kaya nga sinubukan ko na rin maging rebelde kahit minsan, but unluckily it did not turn out well. Pinagsisihan ko na ginawa ko pa iyon. Dahil doon ay mas lalong naging miserable ang buhay ko. Mas lalong humigpit. Mas lalo akong hindi makagalaw at makahinga ng panatag." Given the moonlight I can clearly see how red his face now maybe because of the alcohol we are drinking. The sadness he felt was also evident in his hooded eyes. A tear dripped there that immediately flowed down the side of his sharp nose where I also noticed the small mole on its trunk. Pinunasan niya iyon. "I…I'm sorry." He chuckled. "Nagiging dramatic na yata ako. Pasensya na talaga. Hindi ko lang talaga mapigilan."

I reminded him. Mr Sandoval sighed. "I'm sorry about it, hija. I'm sorry na ikaw ang nagsakripisyo ngayon. "Oh, God!" he clenched his fist. Mr Sandoval looks so defeated. I know he was thinking about me and Sharon-- half sister and falling in love with the same man!

All those tears caused by my heartache, suddenly altered, and became a tears of happiness I onced prayed. I am Samantha Laire Santiago-Madrigal, and this is how my story ends. WAKAS.

Dahil baka hindi niya kayanin at magwala siya dahil sa galit. "I-I'm so h-hurt, baby. I-It's too painful." Bulong niya rito habang yakap-yakap ito ng mahigpit. Parehas na nanginginig ang kanilang balikat sa pag-iyak. "T-the person who was my a-ally and partner in life was h-hurt by them. She disappeared from this w-world filled with grief. S-she was in pain and f-full of sadness when she's gone. A-and your uncle is the one who caused all of her p-pain."

Hindi niya maunawaan kung bakit mas masasaktan ang tao kapag sinabihan ito ng ‘sorry’. “Stefan heard the word “sorry” a lot after the accident. “We’re sorry, but they died on the spot,” “We’ve already done our best, but he didn’t make it.” “I’m sorry,” “I’m sorry, Stefan,” “I’m sorry for your loss,” and so on. The more he hears those words, he feels as if he’s going insane if he keeps hearing those words over and over. Stefan is traumatized as a result of it,” pagsisiwalat ni Doña Divina. “That is why he stated that Salvatore never apologizes. That word hurts him far too much.”

"Harapin mo ang sakit, Vlad. Sabihin mo sa akin… kailan ba nagsimula ang lahat ng galit na ito?" Sa gitna ng puting silid, sa ilalim ng malamig na ilaw, nagsimulang magkuwento si Vladimir. Hindi ang mga kuwento ng digmaan o ng kapangyarihan, kundi ang mga kuwento ng isang batang lalaki na nagtatago sa ilalim ng mesa habang naririnig ang sigawan ng kanyang mga magulang. Ang kwento ng unang pagkakataon na naramdaman niyang hindi siya sapat. Ang kahihiyan, ang takot, ang matinding lungkot na pinalitan niya ng poot para lang makahinga.