'Him?'- MacauChay FF

'Him?'- MacauChay FF

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: --------------- [ 𝑈𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 ] Hey let me introduce myself quickly, I'm a senior in HS who's close to turning 18 💕 and i love writing especially when it comes to KP cast :) This story is in no way, shape, or form meant to change the original story plot of 'KinnPorsche the Seires', this is simply something I've come up with from the bottom of my heart. In these last few weeks I've been !!OBSESSED!! with MacauChay so here's a little snippet of what you'll be getting from me!! -> 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖: --------------- As the days passed I couldn't help but think I was going insane. Like yesterday night when I lifted my guitar - the one Porsche had given to me on my 14th birthday - I thought nothing would come out; ever since Kim had left there was nothing, no inspiration or motive to keep composing. There was only this gap left in between me and my brain, no words would form and my hands were never able to play a chord. However, I found myself, for the first time playing. There I was, sitting on the edge of the sofa, watching as the sun set through the large glass door that was used as the entrance of the house. My hands began to play chords while my mouth moved rhythmically to the slow, but soft melody that my guitar let out. "What was this feeling?" my heart began to contract quickly. I could feel the pulsating sensation reach my finger tips. The blood rushed toward my cheeks, marking them with what I believe would look like a red tomato color. "It was 'his' fault! Why did he have to act the way he did around me? Always sending mixed signals for me to interpret." I couldn't help but aimlessly pluck my guitar strings to the way he made me feel. It was like he was plucking the strings to my heart, playing a song meant for only us.
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My heart beat so fast, and I could feel the ice-cold wind against my skin, coming from the open window of my old room. The sound from the TV was loud, but it felt like my ears were shutting every noise down on purpose. I could only feel my loud, painfully beating heart. This is the first time I've tried doing something so... unforgivable. But I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't! My head shook with panic, fear, and coldness. I gripped the razor tighter, my fingers wrapped around it. I shut my eyes and spoke to whoever might be listening. Someone, can you hear me? You've seen me. You know what's happening-you know me. You called me by name once. "It will be painful when you start, but it will fade away soon. Trust it, trust me... just do it!" I could feel my pulse rising and the cold sweat forming on my forehead and temple. I moved my head closer to my wrist as tears streamed down my face. Sabi nila, kapag mamamatay ka na, parang nagfa-flash ng mabilis sa 'yo ang naging buhay mo-everything at once, mabilis-just for a few seconds before the tragedy hits you. My eyes were closed, and it felt like my ears had shut to avoid any noise. With sweaty palms and forehead, with an aching heart and a tired soul, I saw your face. With trembling lips, I smiled. Hanggang sa huling pagkakataon, ikaw talaga ang makikita ko? "Maybe in another universe, Scal." I moved my hand closer to my wrist. I waited until I felt the coldness of the small metal in my hand, when a strong wind hit my skin. All of a sudden, there was an unfamiliar caress in my heart. My ears opened, my eyes slowly opened, and his sweet, warm voice was so clear through my blurry vision that it made me forget about the small, dangerous metal in my hand. I focused on his voice, and my breath hitched. "Hi, everyone. We are Velvet Upholstery!"

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