"I even packed my things that day to run away with you! But you ghosted me. I should not have this lingering feeling for you because you vanish and show up as someone far from my league," Khana cried in frustration.
"It was you who did not show up that time. I was there the whole day, but you never came," Henry responded with a calm voice since he would never yell at her.
Khana and Henry stood facing each other, their expressions a mixture of confusion, hurt, and a growing realization that something sinister had interfered with their past.
"What do you mean? I was drenched in rain waiting for you the whole day at our meeting place!" Khana yelled, her voice laced with frustration.
"Rain? How come you were drenched when the sky had not cried for the whole day?" the confused priest, Henry, replied, trying to make sense of the conflicting memories.
"Are you telling me I'm lying?! I waited for you from three in the midnight until eight in the evening, but neither your shadow appeared!" Khana uttered, her voice breaking as she recalled the disappointment of that day.
"I-I don't understand. I remember it clearly, that day never rained. I was there since two at midnight, an hour earlier before our meeting time. I never left until 10 in the evening, I even went to your house only to see an empty house. You migrated somewhere without leaving a word to me," Henry explained, his tone filled with a mix of sorrow and accusation.
Khana's eyes widened, disbelief etched on her face. "W-What?..."
Both of them were dumbfounded, realizing that their cherished memories of that fateful day had been twisted by some unseen force. As they exchanged accounts, it became apparent that they had both been at the meeting place, but on different days—each believing they had been stood up by the other.
"How did it happen?" Khana added, still confused.
Then, in a sudden moment of clarity, Henry's mind flashed back to a day at Khana's university, where he had encountered a young woman named Bettina, a supposed friend of Khana's. It was a day that would forever change the course of their lives.
Back then, he had no resources to afford a replacement for his old and unresponsive phone, so he went to the university where Khana got transferred. He used to write letters to her and had them delivered by Serena.
Henry remembered standing there, clutching a letter, and hoping to finally hand over a message to Khana. However, it took too long, yet the apple of his eyes was nowhere near him. He had to leave due to his studies. His next class will start soon. Suddenly, he recognized one of Khana's friends whom she tagged along with at that party, where they reunited after years of being separated at eight years old.
Henry hesitated to get Bettina's attention as the lady had a look of a snob. Left without options, he called for Bettina. Then, the latter approached him.
"Yes? I believe you are that funny guy who kept tailing my friend," says Bettina.
"Yes. Do you perhaps know where my Khana is?" the gentleman asked.
He had asked Bettina if she knew Khana's whereabouts, and what he heard sent a shockwave of pain through his heart.
"No. We're not block mates. But, I think she's with Richard," Bettina had replied casually, aware of the turmoil her words would cause.
Ignoring the hurt and choosing to trust Khana, "Do you mind giving this letter to her?" Henry asked.
Bettina cleared her throat and stared at the piece of paper in Henry's hand. "Fine," she casually responded.
"Also, please tell her I appreciate it if she could reply tomorrow. I will be here waiting, the same place and time; as we are conversing, right now." Henry had handed Bettina the letter, asking her to deliver it to Khana and requesting a reply.
Bettina faked a smile and replied, "Sure. I'll let her know. Is there anything else?"
Henry shook his head and replied," Nothing. Thank you very much, and sorry for taking too much of your time."
Bettina forced a smile again and uttered, "Now, if you excuse me."
On that day, little did Henry know that Bettina had other plans.
Bettina had decided to take matters into her own hands. She altered the date on Henry's letter before delivering it to Khana, and then similarly manipulated Khana's response, changing the date once again.
Henry's heart sank as he realized the gravity of Bettina's deception. Their missed meeting, the misunderstandings, and the subsequent belief that Khana had abandoned him—were all orchestrated by Bettina's selfish desires.
Henry's mind raced, trying to comprehend the depth of the betrayal. "Bettina manipulated everything. She altered our letters, causing us to miss each other," Henry murmured, a mix of anger and sorrow in his voice.
Khana's eyes brimmed with tears as the truth sank in. "So, we were tricked into missing our chance... by someone we trusted," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
"Why would she do that?" They both exclaimed at the same time.
Suddenly, the air became uncomfortable as awkwardness started enveloping when their eyes met.
Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires."
Henry cleared his throat and added, "However, it was all in the past. There's no point recalling it, only for the sake of clarity. I hope this encounter will help you go on with your life."
"Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history."
Khana stood up and cornered the dumbfounded priest. She paralyzed him with just one stare directly at his eyes. The lady has her charm to suck his sanity.
"Prove to me that your love for me is just part of history," says Khana as she capped the face of the priest. "I will kiss you. Dare to kiss back, and I'll never let you go," she added.
Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires." Henry cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "However, that's all in the past. There's no point dwelling on it now, except for the sake of clarity. I hope this meeting can bring closure and allow you to move forward with your life.""Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history," he added.Khana rose from her seat, stepping closer until she had Henry pinned against the sofa. She fixed him with a piercing stare, freezing him in place with the intensity of her gaze. She had a way of captivating his senses."Show me that your feelings for me are truly in the past," Khana demanded, her fingers tracing the contours of Henry's face. "I'll kiss you.
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out, sucking out his soul. Henry could not understand himself as if he's gone insane.Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, a hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, but instead, it excited her more. At the back of Khana's head, her mind has been saying, "I guess, I'm driving you crazy, huh? How about I suck you harder?"She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. The guy's thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, a plaything between his legs that was not too short or long, yet not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong. A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having the restless guy's 'thing' defiling h
Although she was engaged to Richard, they never had this intimacy in bed because she never allowed it to happen. Henry is the first guy who buds her flower when they are both not of legal age. And, now, he is still the first to have a taste of her older self.The two wild souls were drowning in pleasure, and neither couldn't bring themselves to their senses. It's driving her crazy, having Henry sucking his booby again while sliding his two fingers in and out between his legs. She's like a seashell that spreads more upon cast into the flame as much as how her legs spread wider."I want you inside me, now..." She whispered to his ears while slightly pulling his hair.He could hear her heavy breath. She's gasping for air while moaning. It was a piece of music to his ears. Also, seeing her expressions is like a form of art he adores. She grabbed his arm and buried her nails as he made his way inside her. Her head tilted left and right every time he moved in and out. She even bit her lo
Khana woke up tied in the middle of a crowd cursing her, calling names. She wanted to scream for help, but her mouth was trampled with a piece of clothing. She was confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep next to the man she admired. What's all the fuss? Why is she tied like a witch in the witch craze? She can't help but keep a lot of questions in her head. "May you rot in hell!" says the crowd while throwing eggs and cabbage at her. Suddenly, Richard stands out from the crowd. Richard was holding a stick with blazing fire. He glared at her and mouthed, "You and him shall burn to death."It was at that moment she realized a black fabric next to her. The crowd removed it and a man with blood all over his face appeared."Henry!" Khana screamed in horror. She frantically moved, wanting to escape from being tied. Suddenly, the long sturdy stick where she was hanging had lost its footing to the ground. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized
Henry's expression turned grim as they exchanged anxious glances. They couldn't risk letting anyone discover their clandestine affair. Khana's mind raced, a surge of panic overwhelming her.As the doorbell rang again, their options dwindled. Khana's mind whirled with fear and uncertainty. If it was Richard, how would they explain their presence here together?"We have to do something," Khana urged, voice trembling. "What if it's Richard?"Khana’s heart raced as the doorbell echoed through the house. She and Henry stood frozen, their tense conversation interrupted by the unexpected sound. With a sinking feeling, Khana’s mind raced through possibilities. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Then, headed to the window to check whoever the person was waiting outside. However, she can't figure out who it was. Thus, she had no choice but to open the door."If it's Richard he should have entered the house without even knocking, or else he left his spare key here," Khana mumbled. "Stay here,”
Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.Father Henry was at the altar on his knees in deep meditation. Shadows from the flickering candlelight danced against his serene face, bringing clarity into the cool resolution of his eyes. He did not hear Bettina as she approached him, and it was not until she almost stood beside him that he noticed her presence in the stillness of the sacredness about them."Father Henry," she called out sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.Henry turned, a look of surprise crossing his features before he composed himself. "Miss Bettina, what brings you here at this hour?"Bettina took a deep breath, stea
Khana paced in her small, cozy apartment, the tension in her body reflective of the turmoil in her mind. Notwithstanding the serenity of her surroundings, Khana did not feel one bit calm.Her thoughts were consumed with Henry. Ever since their first conversation, she had felt this almost inexplicable connection toward him, which just seemed to grow stronger with each day. Yet, her mind still lingered on the confrontation with Bettina earlier. She knew that her friend was right—there were real consequences to her pursuit of a priest.Khana stopped before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her dark eyes were wide with indecision; her eyebrows furrowed. "What am I doing?" she whispered to herself. "This is madness."Khana sank into the overstuffed armchair by the window, her head buried in her hands. "Why does it have to be so complicated?" she murmured. She closed her eyes, trying to find clarity in the tumult of her emotions.She stood up abruptly, her decision made. "I h
Khana was awakened by her phone’s loud beeping which cut through her sleep like a knife. Groggily, she reached for it on the nightstand, squinting her eyes at the bright light before her. There were many missed calls and urgent messages from one person.“What is wrong with this person? Do they have to disturb my peace so early in the morning?” she asked herself while still touching the surface of her nightstand.She then groaned loudly and made an effort to get out of bed but only managed to sit up straight at its edge.“Eleven missed calls? How is that even possible?” Khana said aloud with shock all over her face.She was unable to press the redial button, as the screen flashed. "Khana, dear..."Her heart raced as a sense of dread settled in her chest upon hearing her mom's subtle weep. She sat up quickly, the remnants of sleep clinging to her mind like cobwebs."Mom, what happened? You don't sound good," Khana asked, her voice trembling."Khana, please come to the hospital. It's yo