Middlechildsyndrome Stories

HEARTS OF HORIZON Some people meet to love. Some meet to heal. And some meet only to hurt each other... without meaning to. > "Do you ever feel like you're invisible, even when you're surrounded by people?" Ira asked quietly. Aarav looked at her for a long moment before replying- "All the time. That's how I know you're not alone." Ira is a middle child, living in a small Delhi house where love exists-but never quite reaches her. Class 12 has begun, pressure is rising, and dreams feel heavier than hope. She laughs with her best friend Isha, jokes with Kartik and Kamiyar, and pretends she's okay- but some pain is too deep to share with anyone. Aarav is an engineering student, rich in privilege but starving for warmth. He has everything-except peace. With a past he refuses to talk about and a silence no one can decode, even his best friend Vardaan doesn't know what haunts him. They don't meet the way love stories promise. They meet through glances on a terrace, through unsaid words, through loneliness that recognizes loneliness. > Isha: "You're smiling... who is he?" Ira: "No one." But her heart already knew it was a lie. Time moves on. School ends. College begins. Feelings grow. Misunderstandings destroy what words could have saved. Six years later, they meet again- older, successful, guarded. > "If I had understood you back then..." "Don't," Ira interrupts. "Some silences are meant to stay." This is not a story of a perfect hero or a submissive heroine. This is the story of two normal people, broken in different ways, who loved imperfectly-and paid the price. 💔 Emotional 🔥 Slow-burn 🌙 Realistic 🕊️ A soft revenge that will leave you questioning everything Will love get a second chance... or was the damage too deep to undo? ---

Ako si Reialyn Ysabelle C. Avenido. The firstborn. The once-favorite. The child who used to be everything... until I wasn't. Noong wala pa sila, I was praised. I was hugged. I was seen. Ngayon? Ako na lang 'yung taga-kopya ng module. Taga-kuha ng pinamili. Taga-salo ng sisi. Taga-walis ng gulo na hindi ko naman ginawa. Ako 'yung tipong hindi binubulungan ng "ang ganda mo"-pero dinadaan ng "mag-aral ka nalang" kahit kailanman 'di ko 'yun binitawan. Ako 'yung nasa top ng klase, pero sa ref namin, puro ribbons nila. Puro selfie nila. Puro sila. Ang sakit, 'di ba? Ako 'yung anak na walang karapatang mapagod kasi "mas madali naman buhay mo." Ako 'yung hindi puwedeng magkamali kasi "ikaw lang ang matino." Ako 'yung nagsosorry, kahit hindi ko kasalanan. Ako 'yung laging "bakit hindi ka gaya ng ate mo na maganda?" kahit alam kong ako lang 'yung hindi sinusumbong sa guidance office. Hindi ako glass child. Ako 'yung anino ng aninong binasag na. Kaya napagod na rin ako. Kaya dumating rin sa puntong naisip kong wala na rin akong silbi. If being good wasn't enough to be loved, then what was the point of trying? Sa una lang pala... sa una lang pala ako naging mahal. Hanggang kailan ako magsisigaw sa katahimikan? Hanggang kailan ako magiging buo para sa pamilya ko kung ako mismo, unti-unti nang nawawala?

A world of fantasy, love, sisters, and scientist driven and mythical parents embarks an even more unusual journey for 17 year old Violet Iolite Salvatore in a coastal town in Ivory Springs, Northern California. She learns more about her present, path, and future and learns that she will be conflicted with dangers and calamities if she and her family don't look within themselves through different dimensions of time.

Ang lugar na sana ay matatawag na comfort zone ng iba, Ang lugar na sana ay dun ka nagiging totoong masaya, Ang lugar na sana ay may kakampi ka, Ang lugar na sana ay mararamdaman mong ligtas ka, AT... Ang lugar na sana ay alam mong may mga taong magmamahal at aalagaan ka AY... Ang lugar kung saan ako hindi mapakali, Ang lugar kung saan naguugat ang aking kalungkutan, Ang lugar kung saan ako ay tinuturing na kaaway, Ang lugar ng aking sariling kapahamakan, AT Ang lugar kung saan wala naman talaga akong lugar... Ako si Pitch Marigold Sandoval at ito ang aking buhay bilang pang gitnang anak ng aming pamilya.

"Mujhse shaadi kar lo." It was said casually. Like something that didn't need an answer. "Nahi. Main kisi aisi ladki se shaadi karunga jo shaant ho. Jo tere jaise dramebaaz na ho." They've known each other long enough to fight without reasons and stay without explanations. She feels too much. He says too little. "Bas ek baar meri baat sun lo." "Mujhe aur tere naatak nahi sunne." Between arguments, silences, and moments that almost mean something, they keep missing the truth-on purpose. Because some stories aren't meant to be understood early. They're meant to unfold. Hona hi tha pyaar.