When a scarred young woman finds hope in the warmth of a man who sees beyond her scars, she begins to reclaim her spark-until fate tears them apart. Now, she must choose between embracing the solace within the darkness or chasing the gleam that once led her home-but now threatens to burn her even more. *** Deprived of guidance and support from her parents, Canary Paige Costales stumbled her way through life, barely able to sustain her faint light. But just when her world seemed to be collapsing around her, fate led her to Gideon Yves Alcaranze-a man who became her glimmer of hope and a radiance of warmth. For the first time, she believed she had found her path-a road lit with comfort and love, something she had longed for all her life. Yet, just like the stars, some lights were never meant to shine forever. As her spark finally ignited, the gleam that once guided her slowly withered. Darkness crept back in, yearning to consume her once more. But how will she find her way out? Will she even try to escape, or will she let herself succumb? And if she dares to chase the gleam that leads back to him... Will he still be waiting? **** [PRISM SERIES #1] Genre: General Fiction Status: Ongoing

I poured all my heart into the story I wrote, yet it refused to stay on the page. It followed me-in the quiet, in the pauses-asking the same question over and over: if I hadn't taken her life, would peace have found me instead? No whispers sharpened into laughter. No names turned into weapons. No threats disguised as truths. I thought of ending everything. Of disappearing from the voices that bruised me, from the place that once felt like shelter, and from the presence that convinced me I was chosen-only to leave me feeling expendable. He was once the ink behind every victory I claimed. The steady voice that told me I was doing fine, that I was safe, that things would work out. I believed he was a story meant to be finished-something worth holding up, worth keeping. But the pages stopped loving me back. So I kept writing alone, pressing words against the ache I never learned to share, teaching myself how to forget the way others said I should. Years passed before I returned. Not untouched-but tempered. Softer in places, stronger where it mattered. I no longer carried the name I once answered. Solitude had taught me enough: about endurance, about silence, about how love can exist and still be lost. Then, one quiet evening, a call came. A familiar voice asked me to stand beside her on the most important day of her life. I told myself I wouldn't see him again-not that I wished to. But some stories circle back without asking permission. He would be there. Standing where I could not look away. Do I continue? Or do I let this draft remain unfinished? started: May 2025 status: on-going