They say I'm too young to understand love. That I'm too young to fall in love.
Does love really required age?
Hypocrisy.
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Every step is fraught with questions, feet gliding through a world best
left ignored.
She's 14—
"Ate, I think I'm crushing on you po."
Upon kicking off on a new path, an idyllic bliss gradually unveiled its beauty, presenting a spark of wonder and ecstasy with each step taken.
She's 14—
"I really like you."
That with every step she takes, it slowly reveals the hidden beauty of her so-called celestial.
She's 14—
"Can you stay away from him?"
Her eyes are already vigilant. In spite of their hipocrisy that it's not permissible, she forced herself to open the door from which she could no longer return.
She's 15—
"But I wanna be yours!"
In the world beneath her feet, advice was ignored, sending her into obscurity.
She's 15—
"I want you for myself."
Regardless of how heaven yells, what the darkness warns, how strong the tug that draws her away, that litany of warnings screamed wildly, she tends to disregard it.
But then,
A damsel arose at the wrong time. She found herself too late to pull herself away from it. She attempted to flee to avoid the walls she destroyed that she shouldn't have at first, the harder she tried to run, the stronger it became, engulfing her in an unavoidable veil of darkness.
She's 18—
"Professor, untie me."
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AN: This is an edited version of PUM. Instead of 11, I changed her age to 14, therefore, you can still witness how she grow.
Don't take this seriously. I'm not even sure if I'll continue this one.
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Professor, Untie Me
RomanceThey relocated to Manila after their father passed away in order to escape the pain. They initially found it difficult, but after a protracted journey, Cleo, herself discovered a door leading to a new path, a door into a new begining.
