eths_me

"I loved, and adored him back then. But maybe, second chances aren't meant  for everyone in the world."

She is type of a girl  who is a kind of oversized one  but, brainy she can do both or must say multi task, a debater who is very articulate, a journalist to their school paper  and known as a genius student but one day, he met  again a person from his past without her realizing that it’s him and became  the one reason of the changes to her physical appearance and inner soul.


Then an unexpected  thing will happen that someone will fall in love  with her that she met in the world of  RPW,  who had a familiar vibe. How will she handle it? Is the first guy still the same guy? Are they still one person? Or the other way around.


Is there a chance that, maybe, the silent opponent  of who? Is the literal  soulmate of her, the guy whom she knew deeply  who was already there before he met those other people?


Or, her literal weakness is the guy who admired her since they were in their first years, in high school. What if the two of them are her weakness and it is unexpected.


But the worst thing is another person, or more people will confuse her again about what she feels towards the guy that he truly loves.


Years will come, thousands of people will meet and encounter each other, cashes  will continue to burn out, those bright  colors will fade, leaves will fall down by the help of the frail or burly wind, small plants will  finally grow, time will fly quickly, and then maturity  will hit them. All of us will grow old, but her true weakness will still remain who? 


From a puppy love, back in high school until she became the heiress, will still be who? Who will be her unexpected weakness?







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My Unexpected Weakness

I attacked him in a hug and while I was hugging him he was snuggling his face at the crook of my neck which made me conscious on how do I smell right now.

I was not mentally prepared for what he just confessed but I was more not prepared when he pulled me as  he made me sit on his lap which made me shocked but I just heard him chuckling.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. I don't have an idea. Baby, sorry." I pleaded and he continued caressing my back the whole time that I was apologizing and I felt  that he was still crying too.

"This is the first time that you call me Baby, but I prefer you calling me Daddy." He whispered but I remained hugging him while thinking how he is on those times that he got tortured and even made me leave.