"Crisanta, hey," she turned to find the star volleyball player of Ardent Prep International, Tristan Carlos, with all his dimples and blue-eyed smiles. The older, Grade Twelve student said with a soft voice, "You didn't answer me yesterday."
"What do you want?" She asked, sighing loudly as her shoulders slumped. Tired with everything.
But she can't rest, not when she has a Student Council to run, a cheering squad to captain, and a play to direct.
"I - I had something," he started, stammering a bit. Clearing his throat, Crisanta's boyfriend of two years continued, "I wanted to speak with you - it's about something important."
She stayed quiet.
"I, um," releasing a heavy breath, Tristan blurted, "I want to break up."
"What?"
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This year, 2021, was supposed to be Crisanta Espinosa's year.
Until it wasn't.
Until he left.
Until everyone started to have problems with her.
Until the entire school decided she was the villain.
Set in a fictional Manila, where the coronavirus pandemic never happened, in the affluent societies of the teens and kids who studied in Ardent Prep International School, follow Crisanta Espinosa as she juggles her duties as Student Council President, Head Cheerleader, and Creative Director of her school theater. All the while dealing with the aftermath of her own heartbreak.
This story is about the small steps of hurts, healing, and everything in between.
A girl who wanted nothing but to fall.
A boy who knew nothing but to rise.
Cheryl Faun and Tristan Tanner had their differences.
Knowing each other since kindergarten, the two never really communicated properly. Or, well, Cheryl pushed Tristan away with any chance she got. A regular day to them would be a faceless girl trying to commit suicide, and a sunshine boy rescuing her before the gates of hell.
In the past 12 years, nothing changed.
Absolutely nothing.
And when something happens, something completely outrageous and compelling, the two are pushed together closer than they've ever been before. Too close, maybe. But, this didn't change anything. It COULDN'T change anything.
Right?
If fate had other plans for them, could everything go TOTALLY wrong?
Obviously...
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"Stop.. trying to kill yourself!" He retorted. His eyes closed, and he began ranting. "I don't LIKE it when you think it's a good idea to KILL yourself. I don't LIKE seeing you in pain. I don't LIKE saving you because it breaks me every time your eyes seem to lull me to sleep!"
I still couldn't say anything. His hands grabbed my face, and I felt him leaning in even more, his lips a mere centimeter away from mine. His eyes were still closed, but I felt a pain behind his breathing. Every small twitch and shiver from him sent a lightning bolt down my spine. He was holding up a wall, and wouldn't let anyone tear it down. My hands moved up a little, and I grabbed his arms. Water was streaming down my face- I couldn't tell if it were tears or the ocean- and he opened his eyes. The emerald green met my grey eyes, and I looked at him, letting him stare at the fallen tears.
"If you hate it that much," I whispered, "Leave me here to die."
Tristan's eyes gleamed in response, and he leaned over, saying, "As if that'll ever happen."
[SEQUEL: LOADING GAME]
[ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. I understand how underdeveloped the plot is. ]