Undefined Stories

"My journey starts here"

Sora Aika has never needed much. Small apartment, a plant she's kept alive through sheer stubbornness, and exactly the kind of life she can manage on her own. She's not the girl who falls apart. She's just fine - quietly, efficiently, always fine. So when Seishiro Nagi asks her to fake date him, she agrees because the terms are simple. Low maintenance. No strings. Just enough proximity to make the noise stop. Except nothing about Nagi is simple once you're close enough to actually see him. He listens more than he lets on. He sits with her in silences that should feel empty and somehow don't. And then there's Kaiser - confident, magnetic, and more real than his reputation suggests - who turns his full attention on her and means it, forcing her to confront exactly what she's been feeling. Before anything gets resolved, Blue Lock comes calling. Nagi leaves. And what they were to each other gets filed under something without a word for it - which turns out to be the cruelest category of all. She tells herself she's fine. She builds a life anyway. She finds a career path and follows it - not because of him, but because of who she became on that soccer field with a clipboard and somewhere she actually belonged. Then she gets the roster. She sees his name. Low Maintenance is a slow burn about two people who were never good at saying the thing directly, the wound of leaving something undefined, and finding each other again on the other side - not because the universe arranged it, but because she built her way there. Some things are worth the effort. Even for someone who hates trying.

This powerful depiction unveils the profound emotional landscape of intimacy between men. It delves beyond superficial connections, showcasing a deep, unadulterated bond where vulnerability is not only accepted but cherished. The narrative explores the quiet yearning for a specific, non-sexual affection, highlighting the "glow" and comfort found in simple gestures like a touch or a shared understanding. Through an internal monologue, the story reveals the tentative hope for reciprocity, culminating in the comforting realization that this unique connection is indeed mutual and profoundly safe. It challenges preconceived notions by portraying a love that is felt deeply, without the need for physical expression, and yet radiates with undeniable warmth and significance.

theres a meaning to every word... for the most part. but what about the meaning to... people..?

Torn Asunder" dives deep into the heart and mind of Liam, the mysterious and conflicted character from "The Forbidden Embrace." This story reveals the untold side of his struggle, exploring the turmoil that led to the collapse of his relationship. As Liam grapples with hidden pressures, past mistakes, and the weight of family expectations, his love for the protagonist becomes a source of both strength and pain. Caught between loyalty and desire, he faces impossible choices that threaten to unravel everything he holds dear. Through heartbreak, betrayal, and sacrifice, Liam's journey is one of redemption-or ruin. As the forces that tore them apart grow stronger, will Liam find a way to mend what's broken, or will he be forever trapped in the wreckage of his past?

Mo, a 14 years old common human finds herself amidst and lost in her thoughts where just like before, had her striving for death. It's not a mental illness to want to crave peace, it's general desire to yearn for the new beginning. Nature is a whole new level of fine-art system that can never be defined by just pure explanations in books and words of human beings; It's a flight to the Never lands that would eternally continue on unaffected by time. Note: All pictures used aren't my own creations. Credits to original creators.

a poem

Death. Is the day when everyone will love you and think how much they would miss you and wish they could possibly have you back. But you just can't bring back what was once lost. And living with no one to appreciate anything of you, is like having a life that never was. =========================== Dear Baotina, Manosebleed ka sana. Tumulo sana ang lahat ng dugo mo sa katawan palabas diyan sa ilong mo. Matuto ka kasi ng tamang English hindi yung ikaw lang nakakaintindi. Salamat pala sa silbi mo sa akin kanina. Kahit papano pala may silbi ka. Naglalaba ng Panty, Scyllan

P utting words O n paper E xpressing my T houghts R ight to Y our hand