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.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, almost palpable. Zoey’s eyes were locked on the tattered remains of my nightgown, which had once been a symbol of Zoelle’s hard work and creativity. Now, it lay in shreds, a cruel reminder of someone’s malicious intent. 


"What now? What are you going to wear later?" Zoey's voice wavered with concern, cutting through the silence like a knife. I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Instead, I stared blankly at the ruined fabric, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness bubbling inside me. 


Hours had ticked by since we discovered the damage, but Zoelle’s distress hadn’t faded. It was her first real heartbreak over one of her creations. The nightgown wasn’t just a piece of clothing; it was a labor of love, and now it was nothing more than a pile of ruined fabric. 


CHAPTER 12