Eloise Gonsalez
5:12PM
Sweven:
Eli?
Eloise:
Yes?
Sweven:
Are you okay? I saw your tweet.
Eloise:
Oh...
Sweven:
But it's fine if you don't want to share it. I'm just worried that's why I asked.
Eloise:
No, no. It's just... I'm really frustrated.
Sweven:
Why? May nangyari ba?
Eloise:
My parents doesn't really like my works. They're telling me to to be practical, and to get a hobby that will make money in the future. They hate it. I've been enduring it for so long.
Eloise:
They always fight about random things and I stopped caring about it. Sanay na ako sa tunog ng basag na bote at sigawan nila but tonight is different. I saw my finished painting, shredded on the floor. Sira sira na :((
Eloise:
I don't know anymore, I can't find a motivation to recreate it. I feel empty.
Eloise:
Siguro sasabihin ko na lang kay Ate Sweet na hindi ko madi-display 'yung artwork ko sa exhibit niya. I'll say sorry nalang. Haha
Sweven:
What? Where are you right now? Are you crying?
Eloise:
I'm fine, Sweven. Thanks for listening to me.
Sweven:
Are you at home?
Eloise:
I'm somewhere high, I like the wind here.
Sweven:
Shit, Eloise. Nasaan ka?
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Eloise's Chances (An Epistolary)
Teen FictionEloise has always been distant to boys who tries to show interest to her due to her past relationship's trauma. During a heavy rainfall while visiting exhibits, she met Sweven, a guy from another school who is also interested in arts. He finds Elois...
