Just Maybe, Beyond Reach
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Last published Sun, Nov 9, 2025
Fareen Trinidad had never imagined herself dating during highschool, let alone a stalker.
Every following days, letters and gifts were sent to her, in school. At first, she didn't care that much, but it gets to the point where gifts were getting expensive and larger. Not only that, but those large gifts were sent to her house. Very alarming. Her mother didn't know with that matter, and she wouldn't want it to make a big deal out of it, thinking she could just keep silent about it.
Will she choose silence over her own safety? Or let her curiosity conquer?
And will that man finally have courage to reach her shore?
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