Heforgot Stories

When they parted all those years ago, Maymuna never dreamed that they would meet again. But they did. And it hurts. Because he doesn't remember. Maymuna had long come to terms with passing a piece of her heart in the corridors without a glance. She was satisfied with watching his games from a distance, cheering him on in her own silent way as they existed independent of each other but somehow, still within arm's length. But one failed exam and teacher's summon later, Efe is inserted in her world again and she doesn't know what's worse: the fact that he doesn't remember a thing of their years together or the fact that his smirk still makes her stomach flutter and he seems to know it.

Kirvy Hernandez is like a far away dream for Suzanne Malingin. Not just because girls flock over him that it's very impossible to notice her but also because of their status. Isa lang siyang middle class na probinsyana na napadpad sa Maynila para mag-aral while Kirvy is like one of those rich handsome boys in books na kulang nalang bilhin ang buong Pilipinas dahil sa sobrang yaman. Like the sun and the moon, their worlds doesn't meet each other. Kirvy shines bright like the sun while she's like the moon who hides herself in the darkness. But there are times that eclipse happens. And the sun and the moon will collide. But like the eclipse, it's just a short moment. Parang pinatikim ka lang ng isang putahe pero hindi mo pwedeng lantakan. Because the moment the eclipse is done, it forgot to come back. It's like it never really happened. Kirvy left and came back as if she doesn't exist. He forgot her. As if all that happened between them means nothing. As if she didn't wait for him. And will she let that brute just ignore her? She will gladly destroy an empire for the eclipse and raise hell to make it happen over and over again. Ps. THERE ARE PLACES IN THIS STORY THAT ARE FICTIONAL. I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH MANILA SO I WILL BE USING FICTIONAL PLACES. AND SORRY FOR THE WRONG GRAMMARS. Pps. I am not a professional writer. So please bare with my writing skills and also the grammars. Suggestions and criticism is open.

He forgot where he was. He forgot who his friends were. Then one day, he looked Minho in the eyes and asked- "Who's Minho?" Jisung is fading-slowly, painfully, and irreversibly. With each passing day, he loses pieces of himself, leaving Minho to love a memory that barely remembers how to love him back. Minho holds on-through trembling hands and hollow smiles, through forgotten birthdays and empty stares. He holds on because letting go would mean losing the only part of Jisung that's still real. But when the memories are lost forever, will love still be enough to hold on? -- #1 not a happy ending /28 April 25