I'm in pain. Nahalungkat nako akong 2016 novel and it sucks coz it hurts so bad.
It has so much spark, flames more vehement than the fall of Ecbatana in my 2021 novel. I wrote it as an amateur, fueled by love, inspiration, and rage. Lol, dili pa gani tarong structure and paragraph ato. But I hold it with utmost importance in my shelf.
I reread it and stumbled upon a very special character that was based on the person I admired back then; right on the chapter where he asked; "How have you been doing, Agatha?"
I can't believe nostalgia could be more ironic against the current time; makes me miss him even more.
Elios, once I see you, would I dare to speak these words? Wo Xiang Ni, Shi Wo -- ben xiang ni.
Or pretend that everything was already gone?
Kbye, back to writing Pearls of Ehann-Alfrinn and another book.