Then there was him. The wrong person at the wrong time, a catalyst for chaos in her carefully crafted world. She could still recall his voice, the way it wrapped around her like a vine, creeping into every corner of her mind. The way he made her feel alive, and yet, ultimately hollow. "A pest," she muttered under her breath, the word bitter on her tongue. He had invaded her life, taking more than he ever gave, leaving behind a trail of confusion and heartache.
But now, as she reflected on it all, a glimmer of relief washed over her. He was gone. God had intervened, plucking him from her life like a weed. She smiled faintly at the thought, recognizing that perhaps she was meant for something greater. "I can soar high like an eagle," she whispered, the words feeling lighter in the air.
There was strength in her resolve, a burgeoning sense of self that began to push through the remnants of pain. She felt grateful for the clarity that was finally creeping in, for the opportunity to reclaim her life from the shadows he had cast.
"God heard the conversations I couldn't," she mused, feeling a quiet confidence settle within her. She had survived this storm, and now, she was ready to take flight. The future was unwritten, and for the first time in a long while, she felt ready to embrace whatever came next.
02 years ago
Ririna's heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. The person she adored, the one she had always put on a pedestal, never saw her for who she truly was. She had devoted herself to their friendship, always careful to tread lightly, to support him unconditionally, and to bury her own feelings deep inside.
Every moment spent together was a mix of joy and pain—she cherished their laughter, their late-night talks, and the comfort of knowing he was there. But in the quiet moments, the weight of unspoken love pressed down on her. She felt invisible, as if her sacrifices went unnoticed, and it hurt even more to realize that her love was unreturned.