Running Out of Songs (LenRisa One-Shot Stories)

Take All The Love

This is based on Dickinson Series!

Leonor is a young poet with a soul too big for the world around her. She hides away in her room, writing poems that challenge the very fabric of existence, yearning to be understood, but afraid to let anyone in. The only person who knows the full depths of her heart is Therese, her best friend who has been with her through thick and thin. Their connection is undeniable, though unspoken — their letters and late-night conversations weaving a love neither of them dares to fully acknowledge.

The moon hung low over the rooftops of their small town, casting shadows through Leonor's open window. She sat at her desk, fingers poised over her notebook, hesitating to write the words that swirled in her mind.

"Para saan ba lahat ng ito?" Leonor whispered to herself, glancing at the unfinished poem before her.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Therese.

"Hey, you're not writing again, are you?" Therese

Leonor smirked, typing a reply.
"You know me too well."

Seconds later, the familiar ding of Therese's response arrived.

"You need a break. Come out and breathe. Saan ka ba nagtatago?"

"The air out there isn't what I need. Besides, wala namang magbabago kahit lumabas ako."

"Don't be so dramatic, Leonor. You know I'm just outside. Open the door."

Reluctantly, Leonor stood and opened her bedroom door to find Therese leaning against the frame, her usual easy smile softening the anxious knots in Leonor's chest.

"So," Therese said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation, "another poem about the universe and how we're all just dust floating in the void?"

Leonor chuckled, shaking her head. "Something like that."

They sat together on the bed, an unspoken understanding settling between them. Therese reached out and took Leonor's hand gently.

"Alam mo," Therese began softly, "it doesn't have to be this hard. Hindi mo naman kailangang itago lahat."

Leonor bit her lip, eyes drifting to the window. "It's not that simple, Therese. Kung alam mo lang..."

"Then make me understand. Please. Don't shut me out."

There was a moment of silence. Then, Leonor, ever the poet, whispered, "I don't want to lose you, and I'm scared that if I say it out loud, if I put it into words..."

Therese squeezed her hand, her voice gentle but firm. "Leonor, mahal kita. I always have."

The world stopped for a moment. Leonor looked at her, wide-eyed, the words she had written countless times suddenly too real.

"Therese..."

Therese smiled sadly, "Don't think. Just feel. Alam kong mas mahirap ang buhay with feelings like this, pero mas masakit ang magsinungaling sa sarili."

Leonor closed her eyes, letting the truth sink in. In that moment, everything she had feared felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Gerona household, the kind of lazy day where time seemed to stretch endlessly. Therese sat at the dining table, flipping through her phone as Leonor's brother, Miguel, was busy cleaning up in the kitchen. He was cheerful as always, humming some song that Therese couldn't place.

Leonor, on the other hand, sat by the window, lost in her notebook, as usual. Every now and then, her eyes flicked up from the page, landing on Therese and Miguel with a hint of something Therese couldn't read. Was it suspicion? Or perhaps, jealousy?