BECOMING MY EX'S SURROGATE

angels, I am greeted by the morning sun rays filling the room. So, I am in my room? But... I reckon I falling asleep outside. I blink

because, one, today I didn't wake up with my eyes sore and still drenched with tears. Unlike the past one week, I also did not spend the whole n

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last night, but I am inclined to think that the heaven realized how mean and cruel it has been to me and brought a paradise here to me instead. It feels like I am in a peacefu

caye skin between my ear and neck, arou

der? On

or am I real

tly draped around strong male arms. This isn't a dream. There is also no doubt at all that there is a man under t

touch? Why does it fe

e strokes throug

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d allow the feelings that I buried long ago take control, I turn around, and this time around, he lets me. He allows me to turn freely turn in his sweet embrace, and in a flicker, I am face-to-face w

bed. But I don't do any of that. On the contrary, I find our eyes engaged in a dialogue that only they can understand. His beautiful blue eyes ar

? Haven't I had enough? Here I thought that perhaps finally fate decided to send a ray of peace and compensation for

gmire of pains you have drawn me into, you still want to complicate my life further? Why? Why despite taking everything from me I am still bei

f memories that I can not curb despite my wish to. Both the good times and the bad times and everything between what we had are all flooding in like a river. I thought I had a

n. Everything is driving me into the depths of insanity. And everything about his presence right now is bringing back all the emo

d I lean in, seeking solace in him as I let it all out. It's wro

am all alone. I want to d

not alone. You will never be alone!" He assures me in a

und? He is here? Why is he even

rything. I am such an unfortu

nds mine. I flinch, trying to comprehend what he is thinking right now or what is happening. But my m

sun scorching my face. I coerce my orbs to peel, though unwillingly. If I coul

this room, but the screeching sound of the door blocks it up at the throat as the reminde

e

itating my muscles further, a

gs like we never stopped loving each other. It pulled us off a cliff of the rapture of emotions and tossed us into a heap of unquenchable desires. The spades were so strong, threatening to consume us into ash

, and say that given my situation, it was alright for me to forget about my morals and dignity for a short moment. It was alright for me to feel all that strong desire; the burning heat of affection in the midst of this quagmire m

that sin with me? Why did he ignite that fire to start with? I understand that temptations such as that could be

that clustered rapture of sinful pleasures with me-searching for any tinge of remorse, or regrets about what we have done. I try to read his eyes, like I did

curtain that has cloaked that magical glitter they always had. And his face... that signature charming smirk he always wore isn't there anymore. I haven't seen it since I woke up to his strange pres

He utters, his eye

e challenge, or so I thought, because I

eone who could set foot in the kit

in as he speaks, shi

He says in a tone that doesn't sound so good t

houldn't that be more reason as to why he hates

mind my own business, but the curiosity