𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER ONE

Suitor

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This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including sexual harassment, suicide, and a wide range of messy emotions. The characters may exhibit unhealthy actions and mindsets that are not meant to be romanticized, but are portrayed as part of their flawed development. If you have high standards and expect perfection from characters, I encourage you to stop reading here.

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Sometimes, loving someone can hurt us so bad. Tipong ginawa mo na ang lahat, ibinigay mo ang buong sarili mo just to make them stay — but still, you weren't enough. And you'll never be enough for the wrong person.

At the age of twenty, I fell in love — once, and deeply. But unfortunately, our story didn't end well. Our nine-month relationship came crashing down when she cheated on me. Lahat ng effort ko, binasura lang niya na parang wala lang.

Since then, I haven't been in another relationship. I don't know if it's the trauma or the fact that I've just lost interest in love.

It happened a long time ago. Nearly four years, to be exact. I've moved on, yes — but the damage Yvonne left still lingers like an old scar. I loved her deeply, but in the end, I was nothing more than a toy in her little game.

She was my first love, and moving on wasn't easy. I gave her everything. But I'm not stupid. I never took her back, kahit ilang beses pa siyang lumuhod at nagmakaawa sa'kin.

Marahan kong binuksan ang locker ko at kagaya ng inaasahan ko ay unang bumungad sa'kin ang tambak at makukulay na mga love letters mula sa iba't-ibang babae, some even fell to the floor which I didn't bother to pick up.

Kinuha ko ang mga iyon gamit ang dalawang kamay ko at walang pagdadalawang isip na itinapon sa malapit na trash bin. I don't want to waste my time reading these love letters.

Dumako ang aking paningin sa lalakeng kasama ko rito sa locker room ng matunog itong ngumisi. May kinukuha ito sa loob ng kaniyang locker, ngunit ang singkit at matatalim na mga mata ay nakatutok sa akin.

Unang umagaw ng atensiyon ko ay ang kumikinang nitong mga piercing sa taenga. His somewhat long, messy hair fell loosely over his forehead, and he was wearing a basketball uniform.

Sandali lamang nagtama ang aming mga mata at mabilis rin itong nag-iwas ng tingin. Walang pakialam na iniiwas ko ang aking paningin at inilagay ang mga gamit ko sa loob ng locker.

I know him. Mark Jaevier Laurent. How could I not, when he was the one who stole my girlfriend four years ago? He's not just a womanizer, he's a fucking stealer too.

Matagal na ring nangyari 'yon ngunit sa tuwing maaalala ko,hindi ko parin maiwasang makaramdam ng galit. Hindi lang kasi ako niloko ni Yvonne, tinapakan rin nila ng lalakeng ito ang pagkalalake ko. Though hindi rin naman sila nagtagal ng ex-girlfriend ko.

Just a few months after Yvonne and I broke up, news spread throughout our campus that they had broken up and Jaevier had replaced Yvonne with another girl. Hindi naman iyon nakakagulat since alam naman ng lahat kung gaano kagago si Jaevier. He's a notorious playboy and it seems like making girls cry is his fucking hobby.