The Strength In Our Scars Epub นิยาย & เรื่องราว

madiin na pahayag ni Mino habang tila hindi pa din napapagod si Calix sa pagtangan sa katawan ng kaniyang kapareha. “We will make this world see that those who are broken inside are the strongest.”

It was as if he saw through the facade, I had carefully constructed, sensing the lingering shadows of my past that still haunted me, despite my attempts to move forward. In that moment, I realized that healing was not a linear journey, but a complex and ongoing process. And as much as I wanted to believe that I had overcome the pain of my past, there were moments when the scars still throbbed with the weight of memory. I met Lucas's gaze with a silent acknowledgment, understanding that his concern came from a place of genuine care and compassion. And as we stood there, silently acknowledging the unspoken truths between us, I knew that I was grateful to have someone like Lucas by my side, som

Kinausap siya ng kaibigang doktor ng sarilinan. Pakiwari niya ay parang lumobo ang utak niya sa natuklasan, naliliyo siya. Hindi na masyadong nag-sink in sa utak niya ang iba pang sinabi ng doktor. ‘11 years old?’ Ibig sabihin, dala-dala na ni Annabelle ang sakit na iyon noong nagkasama sila? Pero hindi man lang ito nagpakita ng kahinaan. Tuloy wala rin siyang alam. Kung kanina ay parang sinilaban ang loob niya, ngayon ay para siyang halamang nalanta. His knees felt weak kaya napaupo siya sa bench.

Ang bawat marahas na pagtulak ni Scar Face ay tila naging isang masuyong sayaw sa aking imahinasyon. Ilang minuto pa ang lumipas, at ang aking mga iyak ng takot ay napalitan ng mga daing ng pagnanasa. "Ahhh... ang sarap... sige pa..." ang kusang lumabas sa aking mga labi. Kahit mahapdi pa rin ang aking pagkababae, ang bawat igkas ng katawan ay nagbibigay na ng kakaibang kiliti na gumagapang sa aking buong pagkatao. Ang nasa isip ko ay si Jeremiah—ang kanyang amoy, ang kanyang init, ang kanyang pagmamahal. Ang sakit ay naging masarap na pasakit. Ang bawat pagbaon ay tila pag-abot sa isang rurok na hindi ko pa nararating kailanman.

Dumaan ng ilang segundo bago nya kinalas ang pagkakayakap sa'kin, sapat ang layo upang makita ang kabuuan ng mukha ko. His expression was serious, almost fierce in its tenderness. "Sometimes," he said quietly, his forehead resting against mine, "Sometimes hearing sorry from someone you treasure... it can change everything." Nakagat ko ang sariling labi, hindi na nakapagsalita. "There’s nothing to end here, Scar," he whispered, voice steady, unwavering. "Because nothing is over. In fact... everything’s just about to begin." Sinakop ng kanyang mga palad ang likuran ng aking ulo.

I heard Lev's furious voice but I'm too anguished to care. Suminghot ako. I glared at his scars as if magic na mawawala ang mga iyon. His back is a mosaic of scars and burn. Tila mabangis na hayup ang may gawa noon. Hindi ko lubos maisip kung paano nakayanan ng batang katawan ng binata ang mga iyon. How can he be this alive? One looked and I know that those injuries were incurred many years ago by repeated abuse and torture.

Doon ko natagpuan ang isang librong tungkol sa pagiging ina, tungkol sa lakas ng mga kababaihan, at kung paano nila nahaharap ang pinakamalupit na pagsubok sa buhay. I bought the book, and as I sat in the small café outside, I started reading. While turning the pages, I realized that even though I felt so broken and lost, there was something in me—a strength, a will to keep moving forward, not just for me, but for the life I was carrying.

And I promised myself, silently but surely, that I would love them both, wholly and forever. Because no matter how many storms I had faced, no matter how heavy the shadows of my past, moments like this reminded me of the truth that love was stronger. That even the broken pieces of me could be made whole again in their presence. The scars may never truly disappear, but they no longer define me. What defined me was this… Aaron’s hand in mine, Azi’s laughter ringing in the air, the quiet certainty that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

"D-Dylan, huwag mong tingnan." She tried to cover that part of her body, ngunit pinigilan at hinawakan nito ang kanyang kamay. "Don't.." anas nito. "It's beautiful." Marahan siyang umiling. "It's scarred." Dylan smile gently. Dinala nito ang kanyang kamay sa labi nito at hinalikan ang likod niyon. "That's why it became more beautiful. This scars symbolized how strong and brave you are. Thank you, sweetheart... Thank you for bringing our twins in this world and for raising them well."

Walang officiant, tanging ang tunog ng alon. "Sampung taon na ang nakalipas," sinimulan ni Mariel, hinawakan ang wooden ring ni Billie. "Pangako ko sa iyo na ang aking scars ay magiging iyong strength. Ngayon, ang scars natin ay ang foundation ng cupola na ito. Ipinapangako ko, Billie, na patuloy kong pipiliin ang iyong simplicity higit sa chaos ng mundo. At ang aking vow ay ito: Ang aking pag-ibig ay magiging unwavering anchor mo sa lahat ng bagyo."