Chapter i.
Hatred
“She was like the moon — part of her was always hidden away,”
— Moravian Annandale Canaveral Lemengton
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⚘ Amorous
“What are you doing? Magpapakamatay ka ba?” he shouted, his words cutting deep. His tone was laced with concern.
Alam kong concern lang siya pero naiinis ako kapag pumapagitna siya sa mga disisyon ko. I'm not that whiney girl anymore. Kaya ko nang pumili ng disisyon nang hindi niya ako pinapakialaman. Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin.
I shot back, “Who do you think you are to scold me like that? You're not my parents!” my voice echoed through the room.
Moravian's heavy sigh revealed his frustration, but I stood firm, refusing to back down. Wala siyang karapatang gumitna sa mga choices ko sa buhay.
He's expression turned serious. “You're still learning to control your powers, Amorous! Creating purple flames is reckless. What if I hadn't arrived on time? Ano sa tingin mo ang mangyayari sa ’yo?” his calm tone underscored genuine worry. His words exposed my vulnerabilities, and for a moment, I doubted myself.
My defiance flared up. “I can handle myself. Stop acting like a concerned citizen!” I fumed, rolling my eyes dismissively. My heart raced, asserting independence. Moravian's grip on my shoulder tightened, restraining his frustration.
His patience snapped. “And stop acting like a brat!” he thundered, his voice echoing through the room. My forehead furrowed, annoyance boiling over. The room fell silent, our argument hanging precariously.
“Tss! Whatever,” I chuckled, amused by Moravian's furious expression, his eyes blazing with indignation. His face reddened, and veins bulged from his neck. My amusement grew, knowing na talagang nainis ko siya. Ang cute kasi niyang inisin.
“Anong nakakatawa, Amorous Van Yxezrja Jsioviegail Nightshade?” he asked sternly, furrowing his brow in displeasure. His deep voice rumbled, echoing through the room. His authoritative tone only made me giggle more.
I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself, and Moravian's enraged face was priceless. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I envisioned his comical expression. My laughter filled the room, mocking his seriousness.
“Hayst! Anyways, I'm hungry. Make me my dinner,” Moravian's irritation intensified, his jaw clenched and fists tightened.
Tinaasan ko lang siya ng kilay pero ang lalaki ngumisi lang.
I pouted further, teasing him mercilessly. “Aren't you independent? Go make your own meal,” he spat, his tone laced with mocking. His words dripped with frustration and teasing.
“It's your duty to obey your majesty's command!”
“Why are you ordering me to cook dinner?” he ask, his voice rising. His eyes flashed anger, I just crossed my arms at nakipagtitigan sa kaniya. My nonchalance fueled his irritation.
I pouted, going all out with my acting skills. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I let out a dramatic sob, streams running down my cheeks. My performance was Oscar-worthy. Pulling every girl's weapon, their tears.
