EL DESTINO
- LECTURAS 22
- Votos 3
- Partes 2
Contenido adultoContinúa19m
Última publicación lun, ago 6, 2018
Aun el pasado vive, haciendo que sus vidas tomen rumbos y caminos diferentes; Cada uno cambio, no volvieron hacer los mismos. Al creer que nunca mas en sus vidas se volverian a ver, pero el destino les preparo otra cosa...
Aun estan sus dulces corazones, pero el rencor llego a uno de ellos... Pero aun asi nada cambiara de lo que sintieron y sentiran a pesar de negarlo...
T/N: ~Nosotros ya estabamos rotos desde antes de conocernos, mucho antes de amarnos, mucho antes de dolernos. Y a pesar de todo te doy la libertad de culparme de todas las grietas que llevas.
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Hidden
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Blame for Blame ✔
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 || Kevin Alvarez
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[ Fiction story based and inspired by a YouTube comment under Paubaya Official Music video of Moira Dela Torre. Name and person mentioned is NOT REAL or related to the owner of the story to which this was inspired from. the excerpt is pulled from Youtube comment. All credits to her.] [The Story of us. We met in school. We were each other's greatest competitor. We were not fond of each other. But as the months passed by, we started to know each other, we had shared a couple of back stories as we worked on our group presentation. We became friends, then close friends, and then after a year, we became lovers. But just when I thought that everything was in their right place, my biggest downfall came. After our third anniversary, he started to become cold. He no longer joins me studying, he was even reasoning out that he's tired all the time and that he couldn't send me home. I said it was fine, I can manage. I thought it was just that, but it wasn't. I decided to confront him, I went to his condo and there, my greatest fear welcomed me without warning. He was with a woman, a pregnant woman. He was holding her like she's the most fragile thing on earth. They looked so happy. I didn't know how I managed to compose myself and walked towards them. As soon as our eyes met, he froze. I looked at the woman tensely and lifted my hand as I introduced myself as his classmate and she introduced herself as his girlfriend for a year, already. He said he loves her more. That every time we are together, his mind was with her. He said I make him hard, but she makes him weak. He said I make him feel special, but she makes him feel loved. He told me to punch him and berate him for he would rather end our relationship than leave her and their baby.] But the story, my story doesn't end there because I chose to move forward and be the strong woman that I am.
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