Holding Hands Firmly is a sad novel written by Areum's grandfather. It deals with the tragic love story between an activist named Rome Miguel Fitzwilliam and the Governor General's only daughter.
But what if one day Areum wakes up in the Governor Ge...
"Katulad ng gunting, may kakayahan tayong putulin ang mga bagay na nauugnay sa atin: maging tao, bagay, o pangyayari na nagdudulot lang sa puso natin ng sakit o sama ng loob."
CHAPTER 1: HOLDING HANDS FIRMLY
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LOISA AREUM GUEVARRA
Isang araw na naman ang lumipas na may pangungulila sa iyo.
Sapagnanais kong makita ka ay napapikit ako.
Bakit ang hirapturuannitongpuso?
I can sense the heaviness deep within me, slowly cascading down towards my fingertips, which dance and frolic with utmost freedom across the piano keyboard.
Ang hirap bumangon para sa panibagong araw na hindi ka na muling makakasama.
I released a deep sigh, letting go of all the burdens weighing me down, and then I carried on.
Masakitsapagka't ikaw ang taong hindi ko dapatmahalinngunit iniisip ko pa rin.
At pagkatapos ay napayuko ako sa may Piano Keyboard, dahilan para makalikha ito ng isang bagsakang tunog. Nanatili akong nakayuko at nakaupo sa Piano stool na walnut.
Hindi ko inaasahang makakalikha ako ng kanta mula sa sakit na nararamdaman ko sa pangugulila sa taong niloko lang naman ako.
Tatlong buwan na rin ang nakalipas ng maghiwalay kami, ngunit kahit na ganun, bakit hindi ko pa rin siya magawang kalimutan?
It is incredibly difficult for me to let go of someone who has become almost a part of my life. It's as if they are intertwined with my every breath. I am not yet ready for the change that I never wanted in the first place.
It weighs heavily on my heart to realize that I have no other option but to adapt. The thought of starting over after his departure is incredibly daunting. It's as if a piece of me has been lost, leaving me feeling adrift and disconnected from my own identity. The mere idea of rebuilding and returning to the way things were feels overwhelming and uncertain. It's as if the path ahead is shrouded in a fog of uncertainty, and I long for clarity and guidance to navigate through this emotional storm.
It seems as though my heart is akin to a fragmented glass, shattered into countless pieces. It resembles a dilapidated structure, one that took an extensive period of time to erect, only to be swiftly demolished by a brief tremor.
