deceret (n.) latin word for "body to body" When Philodemus Elton Treveron's parents were slayed, the only thing that brings him closer to finding the killer is the gold crucifix chain around his neck. Fueled with vengeance, Elton swore to himself that he will find the killer and make him pay. 10 years later, Elton found the very same necklace rested on the slim neck of the shy Stormie Iona Roman-the governor's invisible daughter. Vengeance served hot on the plate garnished with love and a romance that shouldn't have started in the first place gave birth to chaos. In the name of love and revenge, Elton found his lips on her neck...

Why does my happiness always last? Is it because I'm not worthy or simply because I'm not enough? Everything I love always slip away from my hand. And now everything about me is broken and I lost all the care. What is love? Maybe the old me would probably say it is amazing and beyond words but now? I don't think so. Love is for the foolish and I'm not foolish, not again. Too much love can rip us apart, our walls that we build for years will melt the moment we love as if nothing really matters. It pained me like I'm dying. Tears have become my friend. How miserable is that? I feel like I lost my ability to love. Hmm... Maybe not. What should I do? Will it takes a thousand tears for me to love again? -Laira Xyrene Couangco •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ☆LeslieMims☆