Chrisnah Shely Perez has it all—a loving family, a close-knit group of friends, and a life of privilege. Despite her perfect world, she's never been spoiled; instead, she's kind-hearted, beautiful, and true to herself. Chrisnah is a lesbian, content with her circle of friends, and has no interest in romantic relationships. But her peaceful world is turned upside down when she meets Michael Gabriel Dela Fuente, a charming and bubbly new student who is, unexpectedly, a gay guy. 

Michael’s difficult upbringing couldn’t be more different from Chrisnah’s. Raised by a single father after being abandoned by his mother, Michael’s life has been a struggle. Yet, he’s determined to rise above his past. Even though he's confident in his identity as a gay man, his encounters with Chrisnah start to stir something in him—something that challenges both of them.

As they grow closer, their bond deepens into an unexpected romance that defies expectations and social norms. But just when it seems like they’ve conquered every obstacle, fate throws them a devastating curveball. Michael has been secretly battling a congenital heart disease his entire life, and now, his health is rapidly deteriorating. Chrisnah clings to hope, pushing Michael towards a life-saving heart transplant. 

But will love and faith be enough to overcome this ultimate test? Can Chrisnah share the life-changing news she’s been holding back, or is it already too late for their happily ever after?

She's He. He's She.

Chrisnah held my hand as we traveled in silence. The world outside the car blurred into streaks of colors, but inside, everything was sharp, vivid, and suffocatingly quiet. My heart thudded like a distant drumbeat in my ears, its rhythm chaotic and relentless. I could feel sweat forming under my palms, sticky and hot despite the car's icy air conditioning. How embarrassing. And yet, Chrisnah didn’t pull away. 


Her hand was soft—too soft. A hand untouched by chores or calluses, far too elegant for someone like me. I glanced down at our entwined fingers, feeling the weight of my own insecurities rise like a tide. My hand felt rough in hers, clumsy. She was probably disgusted, but too polite to say it. Still, she didn’t let go. That fact, above everything else, made my stomach churn with nervous energy. I wanted to let go, to save myself from the embarrassment—but somehow, I couldn’t. Holding her hand… it felt comforting. 


CHAPTER 10