[ Iskwala Series #1 ]

A BL STORY | ON GOING | UNEDITED Love begins when sparks hit you, they say. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, you can't escape. Your heart will find its way to go through the spark.

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Sebastian Mikhail Astor was one hell of a guy. Girls would kneel and beg for his attention. He was tall and masculine, ruggedly handsome, intelligent, and immensely wealthy-the kind of rich you see on TV, with a huge mansion, countless assets, and a team of bodyguards always around him. Plus, he looked like he smelled both minty and woody from afar, and he did smell really good. And did I mention he was extremely gorgeous? Then there's me... Girls find me endearing, often calling me "Amory honey." They say I'm too pretty for a guy. I used to like girls too, until I realized Sebastian's scent was so intoxicating. Why would a straight guy like me be drawn to someone as manly as him? Turns out, I'm going gay for him. At a Saturday night party, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I boasted that I could make Sebastian fall for me in front of his friends and a crowd. Thanks to my stupid, foul mouth, I agreed it would happen within a month! But I doubt a straight guy like him would even notice me. I don't even know where to start. I was supposed to be straight, you know...but he makes me feel the stupidest and strangest things ever. And me, being Amory Alejandro Villegas, would not be bottomed...supposedly. What measures can I take to aim for his heart?

Might not. Probably won't. Maybe never. Unlikely. Doubtful. Despite being everything he could have been, Elize constantly settled in the dark, lurking with the impossibles and uncertainties. He believed that he would grow up and take the path of life in a single route with one straight line; no turns, no shortcuts. Perhaps it was because his one and only flesh and blood prompted him to think that if he didn't act like how he was made and how he was supposed to be, he would never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, or never reach his dreams, never be accepted, never be treated seriously...never be loved. The word "Always" was never in Elize's vocabulary-an exception with always doubting, always trying, always...just dreaming. But never the good kind of "Always". Then he tasted it, the bittersweet sensation in his tongue when his mother left him to work abroad. Elize then started to thrive, meet new friends, socialize, be a human...fall in love. For the first time, Elize felt free, felt genuine, felt...guilty? Guilty...was it because he felt glad his mother left, or because he met someone that made him start to feel the Always' in his Nevers? Regardless, he dedicated his whole life in chasing that assurance in his world of doubts, and he simply could not back out now. But when good things come to an end, the choice is yours if you want to let it go, or fight for it. If you choose the latter, make sure to draw blood and fight until you're dead. Just like Elize did.