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7:45pm
Marlo Mortel tweeted
Last show! See you tonight @superjanella :-)
She was preparing in the bathroom when he tweeted so when she got out, she already had a thousand other notifications.
Atleast that didn't change. Sweet parin talaga siya, kahit sa social media.
She hastily sent a 'see you' reply to his tweet. Let's go ruin the twitterverse.
As she drove to the venue, she couldn't get her mind off her emails. That email. Pretty sure he's got one of the same nature as well. With the way he promoted his shows without needing to, it was the management's not-so-subtle way of getting back to his good graces.
Excessive didn't even cut it. Interviews, special features, guestings, articles on paper and online. Name a way of advertising and they've done it for him.
And they never failed to include us. Like there was an us.
There was the BCWMH and Oh My G stuff, my first album, Harana, Haunted Mansion, all of our past projects. Everything that piled to get us to the top where we jumped downhill.
Or I jumped when I thought I could fly, and he slowly spread his wings, waiting for the drift to carry him.
Our ending? He soars and I fell, hard. In. Every. Way. Possible.
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Hello. This is just an author's note, you can skip it.
Mahal ko po talaga ang MarNella. I cannot ship them with anyone else. But that's what's the management is doing now so huhuhu.
Kaya ko po ito ginawa. This is the story of their comeback, naks. Enjoy reading.
PS. I don't upload regularly. Pero basta, I shall try my best.
Kapit lang MarNellas. Our ship will sail.
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FanfictionChoosing to love him, with all that he has done, wasn't part of her plan. Choosing to hurt her, with all that she means to him, wasn't his either. That was before. Now, choosing to love or hurt each other, the decision is theirs.
