Clarriese Zyah's POV
"Hey! Wake up!" I uttered in a loud tone, deliberately disturbing his sleep. It was already 6:30 in the morning but he was still lying on the bed. He is an early bird. He usually got up at 5. "Come one, lalaki!" I pulled his hand, forcing him to rise up. "We are going somewhere!"
I just stared at him while he slowly opened his eyes, recovering from his sleep. So, this is how he looks when he got up every morning. He just woke up but still looked so fine, handsome. His gestures rubbing his eyes appeared adorable to me. He looked like a child sulking because his sleep was disturbed.
I am sorry, Dale. I just really need to do this. It is still for you.
"Fix yourself first," I said and was abo
Dale Daniel's POVI woke up hearing her laughter from the kitchen. They are preparing the food, I guess. From my bed, I could see the outside surroundings, the endless glimpse of the deep blue ocean. Titter swept up through my features when I thought back of the moment I fixed my lips on her as the sun witnessed my feelings for her before the twilight enclosed us.Upon our stay here at this small house that carries a traditional vibe, it felt quite palliative here. I absolutely got a comfy sleep and felt my heart gradually feelin', yeah, alright. I am not that mad like how I used to feel before. There's still pain but it is not that heavy anymore. Ledger was my half-brother and that's a fact. No matter how mad I become, it could not change that truth. The moment I saw my mother again, I was furious. Maybe, even though I denied it, I
Clarriese Zyah's POVI don't have the strength to bring myself up from the ground. I was just there, crying hard, having a hard time breathing. Every time I cry, I have difficulty breathing. I have been like this since I was a child. This is the reason why I am always in a happy mood wherever I am. But now? How could I do that? I am shattered into pieces. I couldn't stop my sobs.I tightened my grip at the edge of my dress. "Zy, calm down. Zy, you need to," I reminded myself. But myself was being stubborn. It didn't listen to my thoughts rather I found myself crying harder.I heard Mara's voice from a distance, calling my name. I couldn't bring myself to respond as I couldn't control myself from crying."Miss Zyah? Is that you?"She comes closer and bends down her knees, joining me on the ground. "Oh my, Miss Zyah? Why did you become like this? What happened to you? You are ruining y
Clarriese Zyah's POVI leisurely open my eyes after gaining my consciousness back after a long nap. I feel sleepy, maybe because I am exhausted from crying and drained from my travels. I got out of bed. The wound in my heart is still fresh and the pain is too deep. I am feeling heavy.I could feel like I could lose my mind in any minute. There are a lot of loud thoughts inside my head that made me feel even worse."Why did you do that such thing?" I heard Dwight's question when I went out from Ellaine's room.Ellaine's house is not that big but it was exquisitely built. Everything here is properly designed and I am convinced that she put a lot of money into making them.Ellaine built this house from her own money and hard work. She lives here alone. She let her personal driver stay at her condo. She claimed that it is her way to help him lessen his burdens in life. His driver was working h
Dale Daniel's POV"Pa, I'm here," I announced and then put down a bouquet beside my father's tomb. I shoved away some dried leaves from it."Pa, I've got some stories to tell," I began. I sat down on the grass, near his grave. "You'll listen to me, pa?""The flies fast, isn't it, pa?" I looked up to suppress the tears formulating at the corner of my eyes. I heaved out a deep breath and resumed. "I met mom." The tears managed to flee even though I didn't consent. I cannot hold it back anymore. It just falls on its own. "But she has a son already. He is a fine man named Ledger. Ledger Rius.""I thought of it, his son was undeniably lucky, Ledger. He experienced being cared for by a mother." The pain inside my chest ra
Dale Daniel's POVAfter I'm done doing modifications for Inkwell's website, I chose to stay a little bit more on the internet, browsing here and there. Reading articles and news from other websites.Trending searches: Drizzles of YellowBefore I could think of it, I was already at the webpage of "Drizzles of Yellow". The web has a simple yet aesthetic layout. The title page is truly attractive. No wonder why it is one of the trending searches. The latest update on that blog has the title "Shade of Smiles" and "February's Love".I began reading its content. While I am on it, I've had goosebumps. I couldn't take my eyes off the monitor. I was glancing at that screen where I could see a cheerful kid, playing around."Have you experienced losing the reason for your smile? If you'll ask me, I won't lie. Yes, I did. The reason for my smile was once gone. I thought that was the end bu
Dale Daniel's POV"Aren't we just wasting our time here?" I complained, impatient. "It's been 2 days already but we still haven't found that Little Author.""Calm down, sir," Trish spoke. "The HQ told us that her IP address is just around Paris.""But Paris is the biggest city here in France!" I argued."Her website!" he exclaimed. "Let's see if she has a new update."With Trish's idea, I went back to my chair and opened my laptop. After a minute, I am now on her page. Again, I felt a strange excitement when I clicked on that website. I just wanted to sit down with a cup of coffee while reading her words. Sometimes, I felt a sense of relief while going over to her works. This author really reminds me of someone. Yeah, it reminds me of her. I could feel warmth just from their words.I wonder how Zyah is doing now."Appreciating little things req
Clarriese Zyah's POVI am bothered by what Mr. Scott told me. Every word he said made sense and made me believe that it was really him. I didn't waste any seconds and looked for my laptop. I found myself typing on the keyboard the name of their website. I was discouraged when I found out that it has been quiet for many days already. The featured journalists and writers on their page are more than 10 only. They were about a hundred the last time I visited their page.That Mr. Scott, whoever he is, isn't lying. The Inkwell really is in a dilemma. It seems that they indeed need my help.I continued browsing on their website. Until I found a content that shows Dale was the author of the article. I was hesitant to read it. I had a lot of thoughts that hindered me from clicking it. Yet I still read it at the end. I couldn't blame myself for being too soft-hearted, right?"Fading Chapters," I read the title. These words are quite painful."I am lost
Clarriese Zyah's POVDay after I went to Dreammy Pen HQ, I processed my papers for going to the Philippines. I am worried about Lola. Maybe it's now time to face all of them.No one could ever escape from the truth. Fate won't be an exception for me. I couldn't picture in my mind how I am going to face my father but I know I could stand it somehow. I already had a lot of time running away. I've been away with the thought of healing myself. But I know within me how I missed my family and friends. I can only be genuinely happy when I am with them.What's the point of being afraid to go back when they are all waiting for me?When my plane landed at NAIA, I stepped down with excitement bubbling in my heart. Nothing beats the feeling of being in your homeland. I could smile with relief. It is true that the Philippines is indeed for the Pilipinos. Am I right? That's what I am thinking right now."Zyah!" I heard my name