This is purely fictional. All characters are 'original' in a sense that I made them up. If they have a couple of similarities with others, then… it must be a coincidence.

I wrote this… so that I could…express thoughts freely? And so that there are no facts that are needed.

It is a dream. I'm still searching for my arrogant prince.

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Hindi. Gusto ko lang talagang magsulat. Pero wala akong maisip na characters. At masaya lang ako pag sinusulat ko yung kwentong 'to. Haha.

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Prologue Part One

Sometimes they leave, sometimes they stay. People. You could never trust them completely. It was as if they, all of them, can see through you, while all along they were just pretending. They make you think as if you are safe, while all along you were in the middle of an inescapable harm. They say that you look fine, while it is obvious that you have been badly beaten up.

They always say, and you always hope, that they would be there always, but sooner or later, they are out of your life.

You wish you could find a way to keep them by your side. Forever.

But life is harsh. It will make you hang on a rope so thin, step on traps so sharp, making you think that you could do it. But you couldn't. It just makes you hope, and be hurt.

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I grew up in a family that has cherished me well. They cared for me so much and even enrolled me in a school where my skills were polished.

I developed a liking at our place, especially at school. There was this one guy who I became friends with. Best friends even. We met each other during out kindergarten class. It was a different feeling inside me whenever I am with him. We held hands every class and the teacher would look at us skeptically.

It was fun. You feel so free, to love, to learn, to dream, to live. Everything around you moves freely, and you like that concept. Everything around you moves. Everything so vivid and colorful. And then you grow up.

You realize that you hate the things that you grew up with. You hated colorful and vivid things. Most of all, you want to stay permanent.

It never happened to me.

We had to move during second grade due to my father's work requirements. He and my mother never mentioned anything to me. Work, work, work. All the reason I could hear is work. Maybe they thought I couldn't understand.

I thought so otherwise. Maybe I could understand, it's just that they don't give me a chance to.

And so, I had to transfer school. And that meant that I won't be able to see my best friend.

I did everything I could do to stay, or to at least find a way so we could stay in touch, but nothing worked in the given circumstances.

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Dark clouds brew overhead. It was breezy, and not just an ordinary breeze, it was a cold, evil breeze that reached my spine. As they were packing our stuff, I snuck out and went to my best friend's house.

It was tragic, our separation. I did not know if he had tears streaming his face, or if it was just raindrops. The storm that had been pouring wildly was incredibly destructive, yet both of us barely made notice of it.

Of all the people that they could separate, why us? Why not the others?

We said our farewells, hearts heavy with despair and loneliness. Before I left, he handed me a pendant.

I hear shouts and saw them waving at me, urging me to ride the cab. I looked at my best friend once more and when he kept his head down and fists closed, I walked slowly away from him and dread started to flood me. By the time I reached the cab and it started to zoom away, I was silent, and was filled with rage that I never answered any of their questions.

After reaching the place, they told me where my room was. I went straight to it and locked the door. I opened my fist, the one that held on to the pendant the whole trip. It was then that I got to see it clearly. It was unique, purple in color, but then it seemed like a blending of many shades. It was shaped after some kind of tribal sign. And when you raise it against the light, it seems that it has a liquid inside.

Since that day, I did not know what to do, how to start living normally again, and how to cope.

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As you ride the current of this river called life, you get used to it. Just when you think it is alright, that you have maintained a good balance in the stream and you are well on your journey, there would be a certain obstacle that would change its flow. You crash into the water, and the current brings you somewhere else. You trash and struggle, but you are too weak.

You find yourself somewhere else again, and you are your same dreadful self.

-

As I walked the rough path of life, I was starting to cope.

Suddenly, changes came.

Changes that I hate.

Changes that would either ruin my life. Or fix it.

Nothing matters. Sooner or later, my father would come barging in my room and tell me to pack up.

That's how life is for me, anyway. Never permanent.

Thereeee.

I rushed this, 'cause the other parts are done and this had to come first.

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