makiyohan
Some people don't sweep you off your feet. They catch you on the wrong one.
Jevaint Carvajal knows that every stroke leaves a trace, every color carries a feeling, and every unfinished piece has a story to tell. Jazvyn de Saint-Claire knows how to turn silence into a scene, emotions into performances, and a room full of strangers into an audience that believes every word he says.
Ang problema? Neither of them knows what to do when the art becomes a little too personal.
An art therapy student and a performing arts student walk into a university project. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, doesn't it? Especially when they can barely stand each other without turning every conversation into a battle of wit, pride, and unspoken things.
But between unfinished sketches, rehearsals that run past midnight, and feelings neither knows how to name, they stumble upon an old photograph with a message that feels a little too familiar.
One of them remembers leaving. The other remembers being left.
And suddenly, the past isn't the only thing they can't seem to get right.
Because somewhere between trying to understand someone and wanting to be understood, between the things they say and the things they deliberately leave unsaid, Jevaint and Jazvyn begin to blur the line between a wrong impression and something dangerously close to love.
Maybe that's the cruel thing about people. Sometimes, we fall for the version of them we've created in our heads, only to realize that knowing someone and understanding them are two entirely different things.
And sometimes, the person who makes you question everything is also the person you'd risk getting everything wrong for.
Sa dami ng paraan para magkamali, bakit siya pa?
Or perhaps the better question is-
What if, for once, getting it wrong is the only way to get it right?
- Wrong-Footed | Nuances of Us, No. 1