The Strength In Our Scars Epub นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Itinuro sa amin na ang kahinaan ay isang sining. I looked at him with tears that weren’t real, crystal drops that held no grief, only malice. Dahan-dahan kong itinaas ang aking kamay, ang aking mga daliri ay marahang tinunton ang peklat sa kanyang mga knuckles—the same knuckles that were bruised and bloodied the night my family’s estate burned to the ground. He thinks those scars are symbols of his survival. He doesn't know they are the receipts of my vengeance.

To which Grace innocently asked her in return, “But what is an aphrodisiac, Barbs?” Yexel whispered something to his girlfriend, making Grace expression totally changed. “Oh my God! Really?” she gasped. May panghuhusga nang makikita sa mga mata niya nang saglit siyang tumingin kay Liam. Honestly, I never expected Liam to suffer the same post-traumatic stress disorder after what happened to us in the past—until my eyes were seeing it now. Panic struck him and Liam could no longer suppress himself but be hysterical.

CHAPTER 9 ARSENIA RUIZ POV I grow up being secured in everything—loved, money, attention, family, and even in my self confidence. Kaya kahit anong 'di maganda na naririning mula sa iba ay hindi iyon nakakaapekto sa akin. Isa na din sa dahilan ay nasanay na ako sa pang-aalaska ni kuya B, at mga kaibigan niya. Sila ang kontrabida lagi sa buhay ko, hindi dahil ayaw nila sa akin, kundi iyon ang love language nila.

I hated that woman and what he did to my Zach. Patagilid na humiga ako pabalik sa tabi ni Zach. Mas humigpit ang pagkakayakap niya sa katawan ko kaya napalapit ako sa kaniya. I caressed his scars, each and every scars, while my heart ached for everything he has to endure before he met me. I couldn't imagine Zach's trauma as he carried all of those bad memories in his life.

Gusto niyang burahin ito sa kanyang diddib at sa kanyang pagkatao ngunit mahirap na iyan gawin batid niyang kahit mabura pa ito sa kanyang katawan ngunit the scars and pain she felt during that time will remain forever inside her. Ngayon namumuhay sa mala impyernong lugar kasama ang takot at pag-aalala paano kung papatayin siya nito ng walang kalaban laban. paano kung makukulong na talaga siya dito habang buhay.? Nanghihinayang siya, habang nag-iisip ng kung, siguro ay sinunod niya ang kanyang ina at hindi siya naging matigas ang ulo na babae at manatili sa kinasanayan niyang bansa at habang nag-aalaga ng kanyang pasyente siguro ay masaya siya ngayon at hindi nag suffer sa kamay ng malupit n

But when she caresses my scars gently and lovingly while we're making love, it feels like she's making love with my scars too. With every touch of the tip of her fingers I feel the deep connection with her. She makes me feel that it is not a mark of my sin. That I shouldn't hate myself. That I shouldn't be afraid to move on. Na nandito na siya ulit at kasama ko. Na hindi niya magagawang magalit kahit gaano kalaki ang maging kasalanan ko.

Sa halip, humakbang siya ng kakaiba paharap at hinampas ang kanang kamay. Gusto ni Scar na iwasan ito, pero siya ay biglang nagblangko at ang kanya mukha ay sumakit. Ang kanyang katawan ay biglang tumalsik, humampas sa pader. Ng mahabang panahon, hindi niya nagawang tumayo. Ang kanyang mukha ngayon ay pula at namamaga, at ang kanyang buong katawan ay nanginginig. Gusto niyang magsalita sa sandaling ito, pero hindi makasabi ng isang salita.

At batid kong sa oras na ipagpatuloy niya ito ay tuluyan na siyang mababasag. Then I noticed the right wrist. Thin, deliberate scars crisscrossing like a map of small betrayals. I recognized the pattern; the motion, the angles. Not accidental. Not from a fight. Deliberate. An old, private punishment. I knew the language of those marks because I’d read it once before in places you bury people’s mistakes.

"For the longest time, I believed that strength meant standing alone at the top. I believed that power was built by keeping everyone at a distance." Napatigil ang buong bulungan sa silid. Ang bawat tao ay nakaramdam sa pagbabago ng tono ng aking boses—mula sa pormal na corporate speech patungo sa isang napakapersonal at malalim na pag-amin. "I was wrong," bulong ko habang nakatitig nang deretso sa mga mata ni Alyssa. "Real strength is not standing alone in the dark. Real strength is finding the person who holds your light when everything around you is burning."

“I love you too, my home…” Life has been cruel to us. He got hurt, I got hurt. We fell apart, we met again but still in love. Maybe God gave us those challenges to make us stronger. For us to be more courageous to face the painful reality. That life is not about bed of roses, sometimes, it’s a bed of nails and I guess it’s okay. It’s okay to bleed, to be broken, and to be imperfect because it’s part of who you are. This time, I will never runaway. I will be more courageous to face my fears because when I am with him, I am secured. Now, I can finally say that… I am finally home. He’s my home. Santrius Mikael Aquino is my home.