"ANOTHER LOVE Or ANOTHER HEART BREAK?"

“ANOTHER LOVE Or ANOTHER HEART BREAK?”

BY: HisLovelyAngel

Hi there guys! I'm new in this famous website.. trying to become a writer.. I was inspired and be able to come up with my first ever romantic story here in wattpad.. I hope you'll like it.. 

comments and suggestions are highly appreciated.. Thank you.. <3

Prologue

After a serious heart break, what do you usually do?

Cry a river of tears?

Bang your head on the wall realizing how stupid you are?

Drown yourself with alcohol?

Or in most case scenarios,

Hang yourself to death?

Common on guys this is reality,

In most cases that I know, these are really happening.

Oh! Me? If you were to ask me, well it’s totally a different story.

Chapter 1: First Heart break

Hi I am Riley Aeshie Alcantara, a.k.a ashi, rarah or riley and these are

My POVs J

That was February 2010 when I encountered my first real heart break. I was left hanging by a jerk and a worthless person that I’ve ever known. He didn’t even explain his ass why or even said goodbye, and he just left. Yes, he left me while I’m so damn in love with him.  I don’t even know how to react at first, don’t know what to do, and don’t know what to say.

I was in a shock and denial.

It took me THREE DAYS to absorb everything,

I can’t feel anything, I was really quiet in my room.

Well, I am not that numb not to feel such pain.

Till then I realized how painful it was.

(Late ang reaction ng lola nyo! Haha)

Eventually, I cried and I prayed. I made myself the busiest person in the world, I doomed myself to school paper works, studying late at night, rushing case studies and drug studies. I joined with my barkada’s nightouts, outings, alcohol drinkings, birthday parties, fiestas, (kulang nalang pati libing puntahan ko na rin... haha!) I did everything just to heal as fast as I could because it hurts too much if I haven’t done these things, but at the end of the day I asked, of all people why me?? Why? Why do I have to suffer this kind of misery?

Why not him?? It’s so unfair… L

What I didn’t even tried to do is to plead for him to come back, though when the wound was still fresh I wanted to him to stay, and I want him back so badly because all I know was that he is the only cure… but I realized I have my pride, and that was the last thing I have when he left.

My happiness wasn’t complete when I was marching during our graduation rites… I can’t keep my eyes glancing on the bleachers hoping he was there watching me, but he wasn’t there.

Summer vacation sucks when all I can see was his face and the pain he had cause.

My eyes stings every time I remember what he did.

My heart bleeds every time I remember the things we usually do when he was still there. The worst thing is, a part of me DIED when he left me.

And then, Review for Nursing Licensure Examination started, and I was dying so hard not to think of him every night. It was damn so hard to concentrate at that time. Then, I decided to repress that moment in my life. Not to cut the healing process, or to eventually forget that matter, but for the sake of what I am dreaming of for a long time. And I did it.