"Agatha, why did you stop writing?"asked Irene.
"Well,"answered Agatha, without looking at the other lady. "Maybe, because I stopped feeling."
"What do you mean?"confusion started to appear in Irene's face.
"I stopped feeling things since the one that I love left. My eyes ran out of tears, as my pen ran out of ink. I couldn't write anything,"Agatha let out a chuckle, followed by a heavy sigh.
The two was silent for a moment. Irene knew what Agatha meant.
"Rene?"
"Yes?"
"Please come back to me."
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PoésieThis is a collection of short stories and poems written in English and Filipino as our entry for the SOX Zine Fest 2020. With the collaboration of my two friends, we made this compilation with all our whims, fears, and musings into. I hope you like...