Spoliarium | Oneshot
Sa mundo niya, kutsilyo ang pangguhit, dugo ang kanyang pintura at hustisya ang kanyang obra.
Sa mundo niya, kutsilyo ang pangguhit, dugo ang kanyang pintura at hustisya ang kanyang obra.
A (not-so) hopeless romantic writer. A weird (not-so-much of a) stranger. A lot of (denying) feelings in between. A (continuation of the online) connection that ends on 11 / 23.
The very thing I hate to lose is my everything. And the cruelest thing in the world is the truth. In desperate attempt to ease the pain, I played destiny's game. Sure, destiny hates me... and so I cry in pain. But then, stupidity loves me... why is it that I'm happy?
Some loves are sweet. Some loves are bitter. Some loves taste better than the others. What does your love taste like?
A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.