Halfway through her walk, her secretary appeared. Helena stopped to hear what he had to say. My vision for this long awaited day shattered when she tossed her veil away. "Excuse me!" The sound of my heart breaking into tiny little pieces was deafening and the murmurs of shocked family, friends and guests were muted. The wedding official's voice cut through. "Are you ok, dear?" Was I? For someone who was left standing at the altar... A jilted bride... I pushed the pain away, "I'm alright." The signs were always there. I only have myself to blame for the humiliation I had to suffer again today. I fell in love on my own so it was only fair to hurt alone. Fairy tale endings weren't for everyone; I knew this at the back of my mind. I may be foolish for thinking it but I always believed love has requirements; a beautiful face, a kind heart, deep pockets, a backbone - the list goes on. The requirements to be loved in return varied in proportions. So... Did I meet the standards? I had the money to entice her family. I had the backbone to stand by my decision to marry. I have a heart that loves her alone. I just fell a bar under beautiful. One could say I was passable. Somewhere along the line I must have missed and failed a mark... Just passable... Maybe that was the reason why she just passed me by. © All rights reserved

'Is that how a moth feels as it flies to the fire? She'll burn your wings, honey. Your heart will dry. Don't come any closer.' - Catherine * * * Sometimes, love at first sight wouldn't happen and no one could definitely get it right the first time. Sometimes, your first love wouldn't necessarily be your last. Then of course, in real life games, cheat codes and, ultimately, cheaters existed. Unfair? That's life. It wouldn't stop at having the one you love and marrying wasn't the happy ending but the signal of another book starting. Far from the end. New chapters. Variety of troubles that popped at every turn. Not all rainbows and butterflies. Still, with the one you love. 'And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.' Dostoevsky must have been on to something when he cooked that quotable quote up. However, the kind of love some were conditioned and aspired for wasn't that enduring. If it's not perfect then it's not worth fighting for. But... 'You're in love' so what's a little rain or occasional unforecasted storms here and there? Love triumphs after all. © All rights reserved

From Blue Moon, the Bakunawa's tale. Watching over her became a habit, which in turn became a need. Desire has gripped my heart, though it was forbidden. Greed has sprouted in me. I began to want. ... Therefore, I shall recant: there was something more to these humans. There was beauty in their existence. There was love in their being. Eternity granted me something precious. I loved and was loved in return. © All rights reserved

*Not Complete* *Most parts unpublished* I went to the gathering wearing the dress my parents gave me and made myself more presentable in the hopes of having another chance to change Kai's mind. However, the announcement of her engagement was the proverbial nail to the fucking coffin. It was just my rotten luck. * * * The fervent wish to be in Kai's arms, alas, as I drew my last breath dashed to the ground as the bastard had me by the waist when he turned to run. Kai shifting in the middle of a run was the last thing I saw before the curtains on my eyes closed. She was running after me now, eh? Oh, how I have been waiting for this... 'Still won't be as long as I have...' The disembodied woman's desolate voice whispered. 'Been waiting for so long... So long...' Who are you? © All rights reserved

In a world where nothing is freely given, how much can they give when there may be nothing for them in return? Heartbreaks... Love... Everything in between... And hopefully, a happy ending! © All rights reserved

Miranda has been at her friend's side for years. Now, she has to step back as someone, more entitled, more than willing and devoted, takes her place. That happiness, she could not deny. But the thought of the only constant person she came to know and love being out of her grasp - What becomes of her now? No longer having her in her life sent her reeling. Raven, living in relative seclusion for the past years, has learned to live with her impairment. Content to live the rest of her life in the confines of her cold fortress, she went through the motion of life breathing but not involved. Should she keep trying to hold on to the memories that sift through as she sleeps and gone when dawn breaks? A storm brought them together but will another tear them apart? © All rights reserved

"At the point where most people can't think straight let alone remember their own names out of their drunken stupor..." "How come she can still clearly call out her name?" Why can't it be me? Why not me? "Every single time and without even meaning to..." "This woman..." "How can she still manage to be cruel in the state she is in?" How pathetic! "Even at times like this..." Why can't I? "I could not let her go." © All rights reserved