Stigma Of Yesterday
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Dernière publication ven., déc. 27, 2024
Healing Series #1: Stigma Of Yesterday
What is love?
How far will you go for love? How many heartaches and sufferings will you endure? Would you sacrifice everything? What can you do for it?
Amethyst Lucianna Valencia has been madly in love with Archie Lorenz Villareal since she was 11 years old. She already imagines her future with him. She always follows where he goes and blocks all the girls who come near him. She was so obsessed with him.
When she succeeded in making him fall for her, she thought everything would go in her favor.
Their love story was almost perfect.
But then he leaves.
When he left without a word, her world was crushed into tiny pieces. And vow to never fall in love again.
After that traumatic heartbreak and the other tragedies she experienced, all she wanted to do was forget all the pain she felt.
Until one day, she woke up and could not remember anything.
But...
What if he comes back after how many years and wants her back?
"If only you knew, how much I love you, kahit ikamatay ko pa, ipaglalaban kita."
Will the stigma of yesterday heal and love prevail, or will she be drowned in the abyss of pain again?
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