Novelas y relatos de The Fallen Leaf

"It's not my fault that you fell in the trap. You were the one who's madly inlove with me. It looks good on you." Hindi na ako nakasagot. Tuluyan nang nawalan ng lakas ang mga kamay ko para gumalaw pa kasabay ng pagkadurog ng puso ko. It felt like my heart tears into million pieces and the whole world can hear my sobs. Sumabay pa ang kalangitan sa pag-iyak ko. I'm glad that someone's there to comfort me to my darkest times, the rain. I heard my phone beep and that's a sign that he hung up.

Afreet's Fallen Angel (PROLOGUE.) *BANG* Isang putok ng baril. *BANG* Isa pang putok ng baril. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Tatlong sunod-sunod na putok ng baril ang nangingibabaw sa isang madilim na kwarto kung saan naka-pwesto ang isang kulay asul at malaking drum ng tubig.

Naupo siya sa may damuhan sa harap ng kanilang puntod. “Hi, Elm. Galing akong simbahan. Pinagdasal kita.” Tumingala siya saglit sa langit. “Sabi kasi nila, hindi raw pinapapasok sa langit ang mga nagpapakamatay. Pero, hindi ako mapapagod na pakiusapan Siya hanggang sa Diyos na ang mapagod sa akin at hayaan ka na niyang pumasok diyan.” Natawa si Leaf kaunti sa sarili niya. “Miss na miss na kita.” Biglang humangin ng malakas. May mga dahon na naglaglagan mula sa mga puno. Isang dahon ang nalaglag sa ulo ni Leaf. Kinuha niya ito at tinitigan.

"I miss your hair." Tinagilid ko ang leeg ko para mas mailagay niyang mabuti ang kanyang ulo sa aking leeg. Hinalikan niya ng dalawang beses ang leeg ko at suminghap ulit siya, "l need to find a way to pin you down, girl." Matigas na ingles niyang sinabi, "Like the way you pinned me down. The way you make me fall on my knees everytime you leave. I want to be the air you breathe so you can't live without me. So you will never leave me again." Bulong niya.

Maikli lang 'yon, pero ayos na 'yon kung siya ang pinag-uusapan natin dito. "Again, I introduced you to my son and his future wife, the lost heiress of Montierro!" I bowed slightly at Tita Annie's introduction of us as soon as we step our feet on the last step of the stair. My body shivered, because of the coldness I am feeling. Ikaw ba naman ang pagsuotin ng saya na labas ang likod. Hindi na ako makapaghintay na matapos ang gabing 'to.

Nakarating na ako sa food court ngunit wala akong nakitang babaeng sosyalera na, maarte pa kaya umalis din ako kaagad. Natagpuan ko ang sarili kong nasa gitna na ng quadrangle habang inililibot ang paningin. Daig ko pa ang isang paslit na nawawala sa gitna ng kagubatan dahil sa babaeng spoiled na ‘yon.

At dahil tama sya na bored na ako ay agad akong sumama sa kanya at sumakay kami sa elevator at umakyat sa rooftop. ROOFTOP In the heart of the city, high above the hustle and bustle, there lies a hidden paradise. As a scene unfolds, Hanna and Leigh find theirselves on a rooftop, a sanctuary that seems to exist in a world of its own. The air is cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of flowers in bloom. The rooftop is a lush oasis, brimming with plants of every shape and size. Vines creep up the walls, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Potted plants dot the space, their vibrant greens contrasting beautifully against the night sky.

Everything was a perfect piece of theater performance, and I was the stupid billionaire audience who clapped and cried, believing that God gave me my wife back when it was actually the devil who delivered an impostor to my bedroom. “Sir, may nakita po kaming isang lumang basag na piraso ng salamin at sunog na tela malapit sa mga bato rito, mukhang galing po ito sa suot ng isang babae noong gabing sumabog ang yacht.”

“Careful, Isla. You’re making me want to believe in something I never thought I could have.” Her heart skipped. “And what’s that?” His voice was hoarse. “Us.” ⸻ That night, Isla realized something terrifying and beautiful—she was falling for the man who was supposed to be her cold-hearted husband… and worse, maybe he was falling too. But the world outside wouldn’t let them have it easy. And their hearts were only just beginning to tangle.

The air felt lighter without him — not safe, but less suffocating. Nina wandered the halls aimlessly, her steps slow, her thoughts heavy. The maids moved silently around her, never meeting her eyes. She was invisible here. A ghost in silk. Eventually, she found herself standing by the tall window again. The garden called to her — wild, overgrown, forgotten. A patch of green in a house built on cruelty. She slipped outside. The sun was warm on her skin, the breeze gentle. For the first time in days, she felt something close to calm. She knelt in the dirt, her fingers brushing aside dead leaves and tangled roots. She worked slowly, methodically — pruning, clearing, planting.