Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.
View More“I had been seeing you with Chayim this past few weeks, huh.” “It was just a mere interaction.” “So going at the café every morning was your kind of 'mere interaction'?” I rolled my eyes. “What do you need, Rebellious?” He folded his arms, a grin was plastered on his lips. “I was just asking,” he laughed. “You’re not fond of going out with someone especially a man to your favorite café.” I didn’t give him a response instead I continue flipping the pages of my book. There’s no point in answering his question, he’ll just going to throw question over and over again. He’s that annoying. “Curious.” He hummed. “It’s curious that you’re starting to be comfortable with a guy other than me and my twin.” “It’s called being friendly, ass.” He laughed. Rebellious wouldn’t just stop being so nosy, e? “Can you just go and flirt with your girlfriend instead?” I raised a brow. “You’re getting into my nerves.” He
My emotions swirls and entangled like a thread. I found myself drowning with his eyes.“I believe we have something to talk about,” he said in his low baritone voice.I kept my face straight as I look at him.“There’s none,” I answered.He pursed his lips then folded his arms. “You’re still doing it, right?”My forehead creased. What is he talking about?“Doing what?”“Bingeing and purging.”I was stunned from what he said. I gulp. Panic consumes inside me. He really knows everything. I don’t know what to feel.No one has ever know what I had been doing in my life. Even what he just said right now. I always keep this to myself.Because no one can understand.My eyes narrowed when he started taking small steps towards me. I staggered backwards as I tightened my hold on my tote bag. He's ocean blue eyes were darkly staring at me.
The first thing that welcome me when I woke up was his message. Chayim Neo: Good morning, hermosa. Isaiah 55:12, You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Start your day with a smile. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself. My heart is beating so fast! It’s just a good morning message and a bible verses but I look like a fool freaking out because of it. I inhaled sharply and rush into the bathroom when I saw the time. I hastily comb my hair as I grab my tote bag. I hurried out of the room while wearing the ID around my neck. I frowned when I heard a car horn outside the house. Rebel greeted me as I exited the gate. He as folding his arms while leaning onto his red Lexus car. He’s playing his car key with his fingers, looking at me with a playful smile etched on his lip. I roll my eyes as I went towards him. “Didn’t k
I watched him stand up while I remain seating on the floor. Chayim turned to me and gave me a smile that causes my heart to react like crazy. He extended his hand on me. I unconsciously accepted his hand and gasp when he abruptly pulled me up. “Let’s buy some ice cream,” he chuckles. He didn’t let go my hand and grip it softly. He then grabs my totty bag on the floor and place it on his left shoulder. I puckered my lips trying not to smile. He looks so adorable in my totty bag. We walk outside the room holding each other hands. My cheeks flush at the thought of everyone seeing us in this state. We are both silent while walking towards the store. Some students are looking at us in surprise and confuse expression. I suddenly feel embarrass and uneasy with those looks. I feel so small. I’m with the famous Chayim Neo Fontanilla so it’s given that I should feel this. “Chocolate?” he asked when we enter inside the ice cream shop.
“The social dyad is a group consisting of two people. It is the basic unit of socialbehavior.”I massaged my temples as I read our topic in Social Psychology: Interacting with People textbook. I keep reading the terms contained here but none of them enter my brain and I am unable to comprehend. I groaned frustratedly. Because of that man… “Argh! Focus Rue!” I tapped my cheeks and narrowed my eyes on the textbook. With that, I started reading the very first page of our topic. I push myself to focus from it despite of my trouble mind. Next week, Mrs. Chopin will give another quiz. I’m not a fan of procrastinating because I hate the idea of rushing, and being pressure to finish works at the last minute. I like being an ‘advance learner’. When I think it still not enough; I will find a way to go deeper into what I think I can understand. I'm the type of person who gets bored easily with something and finds distractions, so when I feel close to finishin
“I’m nervous!”“What if I fail?!”“Omg! Here’s the result!”I watched how the students hysterically lined up; creating a ruckus in front of the announcement board. It's the judgement day. The day where our midterm exam result will come out. Their faces show how nervous they are as if the result will be the cause of their death. I remained calm in my position as I folded my arms and watched the students gathered in front of me. You can't say that I'm comfortable with this situation just because of my calm expression. Like them, I also feel anxious and nervous about the result. But I have confidence in myself. I am confident in those months or reviews and preparation that I did.Of course, if you were in my position you would definitely be complacent because you did something. Unlike others, when the midterm exam comes, they will have a realization that they should have prepared for the exam. T
When the exam comes closer, I'm all of a tingle. My body is reacting like there's a gorilla about to beat the crap out of me instead of being faced with a sheet of questions in General Psychology. In the cool of the classroom I can ace this stuff, I know I can. But my body is preparing for a marathon instead of sitting still for a couple of hours. I'm going to sit on that wooden chair while my brain fights the urge to walk -no run like hell - out the door. I won't though, I'll sit and write the test, but when my mind is in full on freak-out mode it's hard recall the details.“Begin.”I let out a deep sigh as I held the rollerball pen tightly. Chewing my lip, I closed my eyes and began recalling the main topics that we discussed last month. My friends always say that I have a photographic memory. They didn’t lie though. But study also says that there’s no proof that it does exist. Well, should I tell them about my existence?Why is critica
I could not move my body. It was as if I wanted to wish that I would never have woken up again because of the intensity of the pain I was feeling in my back. It hurts and aches. All I could do was to mutter curses from what I'm feeling.I looked out the window and realized it was afternoon. I no longer wonder why I slept so long. It wasn't new for me to get beaten me by my father with his leather belt. My body got used from his beatings, but it cannot get rid the fact that it causes me severe pain and scars that leave a trace from the torturous experience that happened to me at my father’s hands.I slowly sat up in my bed. I winced. Looks like I'll need to treat this right away. I don't want to go in the University again with an aching body. Because I'm sure even if I hide it, the Rojas cousins will still know.I put on my slippers and slowly walked to the bathroom. I immediately searched for my first aid kit. I groaned. I will have a hard time treating
“I’m surprised that you’re going out.”“I know the word ‘fun’ after all.”“Glad that you know the word unlike the person that I knew.”I stop myself from rolling my eyes. The asshole’s technically pertaining to me. I know the word ‘fun’ I’m not stupid!How I wish I have the power to teleport to any places. Because honestly speaking, I wanted to disappear right now. This is Rebel’s fault. I should have been having fun reading my textbooks instead of getting myself into this place.“Rory’s getting bored,” Neveah said in a singsong voice.“Yes, so let me get out of here.” I demanded.She shakes her head then smile mischievously. I snickered. Should I be nervous because of her smile?Yes, I should be, but too late.“Yay! Double date!”Can I just disappear right now? Goodness! The couple s
Our teacher in philosophy asked us. What is living?Some of my classmates said: living is being alive, not dead, and progressing. Some just answered to be alive or alive. They all have different meanings of what living is, but nonetheless they're just the same.According to Merriam Webster dictionary: living is having life or the condition of being alive. Aristotle defined that every living thing has a certain form, part of which explains the thing's being alive. In Plato's definition, the meaning of life is in attaining the highest form of knowledge, which is the idea or form of the good, from which all good and just things derive utility and value. Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life.There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought.For me, what is living?I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I stil...
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