All Chapters of Rules and Roses: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nobody is as powerful as we make them out to be.✾            I do not know just how much time passes since Silas has left us.             Regardless, it was still quiet. Whatever part of my hair that used to be wet from the pond has now dried up and without using a comb, it had gone and frizzed up. Yohan was still looking at the direction Silas had wandered off to. I have not asked why Silas was even out here this early. Has a month passed already? He did mention that he would visit occasionally but isn’t this a little too early?

Progress happens when people are willing to change.✾            The moment we arrive in Laguna, you could tell the air was more electrifying than when we went there the first time. The market was still bustling, the sea was still full of boats and fishermen, and there were still lots of people walking about. There were some tourists too, just a few. I could tell from the difference in both skin tone and clothing. Laguna was part of the old Niju. Unlike Savanna and the Torrids who used to be part of Sem.             The guards didn’t stop at this time; however

Does a child understand, what a mother does not say?✾            From my position, I could see Yohan crouching near the dam.             He was making sure everything was set and placed on their exact locations. One wrong move and miscalculation we might end up with a bigger problem than we anticipated. Back at Thelma’s place we made precise decisions on the best place we could set it. This is to make sure that there would be no casualties. After all, it’s not everyday people attempt on destroying something big like a dam. It’s not everyday that p

Control how you respond over things you have no control over.✾            The first thing I notice back at the Torrids is that it has gotten hotter.            It was already hot before we left, but now that we’re back it had gone hotter. I didn’t realize just how cool it was then already, that there will be a time where it will be hotter. There was already a pool of sweat forming in the middle of my back and Yohan who was silent the whole way back didn’t look any better. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I groaned loudly.

The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.✾            I follow Yohan as he makes his way outside the room.             He was picking up his rucksack from the floor and leaving some things behind in Judith’s table. The old woman was still snoring soundly on her own sofa. She must have been very tired. Yohan pulls tons of souvenirs and food items from his rucksack. I didn’t even realize he had a small shopping trip in Laguna. There were some scarves, caps, and even a small bottle opener. Not that it would be put