FALLEN
I lowered my head, pressing my palms against my face. Choking and sobbing, I felt no shame in my disheveled appearance. Despite the desperation in my words, I knew this wasn't the end of the story for me and Fiore."Please, Fiore, listen to me," I pleaded, dropping to my knees, hoping he would hear my sincerity."Are you serious, Miranda? Do you think I'm foolish enough to forgive you after everything?" Fiore's disbelief stung.Standing up again, I yearned to embrace him, but I was merely insignificant in his furious grasp. Meanwhile, the culprit responsible for all this stood idly by the window, even finding time for leisure. Fueled by anger, I lunged forward, attacking Xylon with a flurry of punches aimed at his slender back."This is your doing, Xylon! You're a monster! I hate you!" I shouted in rage.To my dismay, Xylon's eyes remained closed, showing no signs of pain. He pretended as though he experienced it all, unaffected by the havoc we wreaked on his childhood friend. It became clear that he had orchestrated this wicked plan. Tears streamed down my face as I realized he had no intention of explaining the truth to Fiore. Once again, I fell to my knees, this time at Xylon's feet."You're a fool, Miranda! Are you truly desperate enough to submit to your enemy?" I scolded myself."Miranda, what are you doing?" Xylon's eyes widened in surprise at my actions."P-Please, Xyle. I beg you. Tell Fiore it's not my fault. I had no idea... that it was you... that you had taken..." I choked on my words, unable to utter the truth. I couldn't fathom how this jerk had taken my virginity instead of Fiore, my fiancé.Tears streamed relentlessly down my cheeks, like rivers with no end. They symbolized a rainstorm devoid of a rainbow, an ocean devoid of hope."Stand up, Miranda," Xylon commanded firmly."Please, X-Xyle, I beg you...""Stop it, Miranda."Already deafened by Fiore's words, I heard him say, "I will never forgive you, no matter what you and Xylon say. You lied to me. You and my best friend. Miranda, you're such a w---.""Fiore!" Xylon admonished him, yet Fiore remained unaffected by anything I said.Unprepared for such words, Fiore exploded with certainty, "I've made my decision. I won't marry you, Miranda."My heart sank to the depths of the ocean. All my dreams had crumbled before me.DECEIVEDFiore retrieved a bag from a nearby cabinet, as if it had been prepared for departure and was waiting for someone to claim it."Please, F-Fiore," I pleaded, abruptly standing up to prevent him from leaving. "D-Don't abandon me..." I wrapped my arms around him from behind. "P-Please, Fiore, I love you. I never had feelings for anyone else. You're the only one I love. Those moments you witnessed were misunderstandings. When I closed my eyes, it was your face I saw. Fiore, it's always been you..."He simply wrested my hands away and walked away. My heart and eyes burned, but I followed him like a desperate child."F-Fiore, please... Don't leave me." Fiore turned and looked straight at me. I met his handsome face, his remorseful eyes focused on me. The same eyes I fell in love with when we first met. I recognized them, but they lacked the spark, the colors. The love that was once mine had vanished. I was no longer the apple of his eye, the most cherished person in his life. It was
RemorselessThe mesmerizing expanse of the woods in varying sizes captivated my gaze through the glass window. Not a single house could be spotted, only the imposing presence of tall trees since Fiore brought me to this secluded place.My attention was diverted as a sound drew near."You should have something to eat." Xylon placed a plate of Arroz Caldo on the table near me. The tantalizing aroma of the dish and the delightful scent of garlic wafted in the air.Fiore brought him along, smug with his culinary skills, aside from being Fiore's best friend. He excelled at cleaning and was an exceptional driver. Everyone seemed aware of these qualities. As a result, Fiore became overly reliant on him, always turning to him for favors. Jealousy would occasionally gnaw at me, as if they shared a deeper connection and I was merely a decorative piece between them. Nevertheless, I understood their bond predating my acquaintance with them."Softy, please, eat while it's still hot."I glanced at h
MistakeI rose to my feet, suppressing my emotions. If I didn't distance myself from him, I might forget that he's my beloved fiancé's best friend. I might lose control and unleash curses upon him. My mind is filled with countless possibilities and dreadful thoughts right now."Where are you going?" Xylon questioned as I began walking away."To a place where you're not present!"I exited the old house. I desired to leave, to find Fiore and be with him. But deep down, I knew it would be futile, just another waste of time and exhausting effort.Just like last night. When I heard the engine roar, I rushed out and followed Fiore. Yet, he didn't even spare me a glance. So I returned and attempted to start the old, rusty car in the cluttered garage, covered in dust and dirt.I needed to explain myself. I longed for him to listen, to follow him wherever he may go. But that heap of junk refused to start. I desperately tried once more to chase after Fiore. It was then I realized, I was complete
AccidentalThe scent of lavender perfume filled the air, its exquisite fragrance enveloping me. I sprayed it all over my body, leaving no corner untouched. I wanted Fiore to be greeted by the intoxicating aroma of our intimate encounter as soon as he entered the room. Scented candles were strategically placed, casting a romantic glow. Outside, the only traces of nature were the dry leaves falling from the tall trees surrounding the house, so I spread them at the foot of the bed, adding a touch of natural beauty. I wanted this moment to be perfect.This would be my first time, and it was hard to think of something sexy or wild and hot, as Fiore had warned me against using such adjectives when making love. But I found the candles to be sexy, and Fiore had always complimented my body, saying I was sexy and had a figure to die for. I wanted to embody that word.There were wild, dried leaves surrounding me, evoking a sense of untamed passion.The flame from the scented candles would create
Sweet Kiss"F-Fiore?" I called out softly, my voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. "Mir..."I bit my lip, trying to locate his position in the room. His voice sounded near, yet distant at the same time. Slowly, I positioned myself on the bed, the darkness enveloping me due to the blindfold covering my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I focused on listening, feeling his gaze upon me. The warm glow of the surrounding candles intensified the heat coursing through my body, as he witnessed me wearing nothing but the blindfold that concealed my eyes. Footsteps drew nearer, causing my heart to race even faster. Was he staring at me right now? Did he delight in seeing me in this vulnerable state? Had he anticipated that I would be naked and ready to be devoured tonight? I yearned to know his thoughts, but I had to exercise patience and wait for his next move. "Fiore," I whispered his name, a plea to confirm his presence. The footsteps grew closer, and as I felt the motio
Sensuous I NESTLED into the crumpled sheets beside me, yearning for something to hold onto, as if I were teetering on the edge of a precipice, even though I was already nestled in the comfort of my bed.Then, his touch, like a scorching flame, seared my skin. A gasp escaped my lips as he gently cupped both of my breasts simultaneously."Oh, my..." I couldn't help but utter those words, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.As I felt his tender, sticky, and moist caresses, I instinctively quivered. It dawned on me that he was toying with my nipples, lavishing them with his tantalizing licks, gentle nibbles, and skilled massages with his roughened hands. It was a side of Fiore I had never experienced before—a desperate longing and an insatiable desire to savor every inch of me.His actions filled me with an exquisite impatience, both teasing and titillating, for I yearned for more.I yearned for his touch to venture lower, to demonstrate how ready I was to embark on this passionat
Never "Hello, Softy! Hey!" Xylon's familiar taunt made me roll my eyes. I turned around, facing him head-on. "Don't greet me like that! How many times do I have to tell you that my name is not Softy?" Irritated, I turned away and took a step to distance myself.Yet, Xylon swiftly grabbed my arm. "Come on, let's go home," he insisted."Let me go!" I struggled against his grip."You're so stubborn!" he exclaimed as he pulled me along."How did you even find me here?" I asked, my irritation mounting."You've been gone for quite some time. What did you expect? My conscience wouldn't allow me to abandon you. And why are you out here, all alone in the middle of nowhere, Miranda?""Why do you care?" I retorted, desperate to break free. "I just wanted some solitude.""So, you crave solitude. But why?" He paused, and our eyes locked. "Are you trying to relive the passion we shared yesterday? Huh, Miranda?" His face came close to mine, almost brushing against it."What?" I swallowed, taken abac
Muscles THE ticking of the clock above my head felt unbearably intrusive. It had been two hours since I reluctantly woke up this morning. I went through my usual morning routine—taking a shower, brushing my teeth, running a comb through my long, lustrous black hair, and hastily throwing on the first article of clothing I could find in my suitcase. Instead of tending to my grumbling stomach, I tried to lull myself back to sleep. As I lay on the bed, I shifted uncomfortably, my hips aching from the constant readjustment in search of a position that could silence the hunger pangs. The emptiness in my belly was undeniable. I could almost envision the tantalizing sight of the steam rising from a bowl of delicious Arroz caldo, lovingly prepared by the jerk outside my room. The aroma of the fragrant chicken, ginger, and the hint of salt wafted through the air, tempting my senses. "Ah! Damn it!" I exclaimed, my frustration growing.I turned over, feeling a pang of self-pity. If only Fiore w