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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Apr 03, 2016
It's just a passing wind. I try shouting at the person next to me.
But only silence is looking at me. Why? Aren't they see me? 
Why are they passing over me? 

Why am I standing here alone? Why is only my world stopping?

I don't care if it's just one person. Just please look back. Please hold my hand.

I don't care if it's just one time. Just please hold my hand.

Can someone please stop for a moment. Look back at me and hold my hand.

Am I really a ghost?
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
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31 parte Kumpleto
FOR CLARITY: THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HYPNOSIS, THAT IS WHY OUR LEAD CHARACTER HAS BEEN EXPERIENCING BEING CONTROLLED AND MANIPULATED. "G-greg, listen to me. You can still fix this, you can still be healed." I said while I touched his face, I was caressing his right cheek with my thumb. But, to my surprise, he went down from the bed and turned his back away from me and asked "Do you love me?" He said with a monotone voice, the quick transition scared me, from being hopeful to being dominant. I was shocked from his question, tila napipi ako at hindi alam kung ano ang isasagot sa katanungang iyon. "I said, Do.You.Love.Me" he said it again for the second time, though he was facing at the window, you can tell that he's furious because hes gritting his teeth. "Ha! Got it! You dont love me!!! You are giving me hope, for you to escape me right?! I wont fall for that my beloved Veronica. Im not fucked in the head, I know your weakness, I know your softest spot and I know how I can lure you. You will stay here with me, forever. No one's gonna meddle our love story. Even God, I say you start learning to love me back, coz theres no way Im letting you slip, ever again." He stood up at hinawakan niya ng marahas yung panga ko gamit ang kanyang kaliwang kamay, napakasakit, parang dinudurog ang aking buto, I held his hand na naka hawak sa aking panga and I was trying to pull it out, my tears were non-stop. "Your body, your mind and soul are mine. I own you and no one else." He pinched my earlobe and sucked my neck, he then let go. Suddenly, warmth and pleasure enveloped my body, I wanted to be touched, I wanted to release this warmth away from my body, these are my demons. He knew my vulnerable spot. ----------------------------------------------- WARNING: Read at your own risk, this story contains, explicit scenes and vulgar words that are not suitable for young audiences. A/N: This is my first story, and I'd hope you will all like it.
Mamihlapinatapai ni hannarie_21
38 parte Kumpleto Mature
"You may not want to be in my head. You might find someone other than myself that you won't be able to forget. It'll haunt you like a nightmare you can't tell. " "Silly. What's in that tough demeanor, ate Cray?" tumawa lang si Ember at kumapit ulit sa braso ko. "I like you. That's enough right?" Napailing na lang ako sa inaasal nito. If she'll learn our history, she'll then understand. Pinalis ko yung kamay nitong nakakapit na naman sa braso ko. "Compose yourself, Ember. I don't like you. You're just like a sister to me. Someone I had to protect with my life." I caught the way those words cut through her. It's visible in the same set of lifeless coal eyes that I am most familiar with. "Bakit?" I stared at her blankly. "Atleast tell me what you don't like about me." "That's exactly why it hurts the way it hurts." Napangiti ako ng mapait. "You have too many questions, too many words, in your head. But those will be left unsaid. Like me, you have to suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much every single day of your life. It hurts like hell." "Damn you. I like you." "You like me for what?" "You. You're not like everyone else. You're so sure of yourself. You're clever. You're self-made. You're everything. Everyone likes you. So you should be mine." I laughed at how shallow those things meant for her. Someone who can't even meet me in the depths of my shattered soul. "Thanks. But those are all my disorder." As i was about to turn my back, she whispered, "I actually feel sorry for you. You still don't know what it was that you even had. And yet still choose to lose. But one day, you'll see me for who I really am. And you're going to hate yourself for turning me down." No, Ember. You're wrong. I know you. You don't know me. Our past will surely haunt us. For you, I'll just be a girl known by everyone. But in fact, known by no one. It's terrible isn't it? The way we throw people away. ****
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'