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XIX (Part IV)
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The Passion House XX Final Chapter (Part I)
I immediately open my eyes after I heard the voice and look around. What the hell is happening? I can’t help myself from smiling when I imagine myself opening my eyes inside my room. I miss those plain painted walls and my soft bed. And then I would wake up to my mom baking cookies and the smell of freshly brewed coffee consumed the entire house. I kind of regret not appreciating those little things that I have before we have gone here. However, that smile does not last long when I realize what is happening. It is already bright outside as I feel the warmth of the sun surrounds the entirety of the room. However, the golden walls have drained the life out of my entire body when I notice that we are still inside The Passion House. The water sprinkler system turns on but it is not stopping the fire. There are various explosions that we can hear as the fire quickly spreads around the entire hotel. I hold tighter to Harris when the fire appears in front of us like a snake, devouring ever
The Passion House XX Final Chapter (Part II)
“Harris!” I call out. I want to hug him. Who would have thought, right? “It worked!” We are finally outside! I am laughing-crying as it seems like all the pain I feel in my body has evaporated. It is a miracle. We are alive! “Where are you?” Struggle to stand up but I am eager to find Harris. I want to celebrate this day with the person who has done this with me. I keep calling out to him but I don’t hear his voice. His silence slowly grows on me. I start to panic. I can hear the distant roar of the cars outside the gates but I can’t hear anything from Harris. The moment that I can see properly I look around in desperation. No... No... I realize that I am alone. “Harris! Where are you!” I shout. “This is not funny!” I walk around the area hoping to find a body lying on the ground. I am hoping that maybe, he is just thrown a bit farther than where I am... but there is none. No... no... no... Harris... I slowly look back at the hotel as Harris’ voice ring in my head shouting Don’t
The Passion House Epilogue
The smell of coffee wakes me up from my slumber. It was lingering inside my room, and as I slowly opens my eyes, the gentle sunlight from my room window greets me with a good morning. Oh, I’m home.I snuggle inside my blankets as I stop myself from crying. I don’t understand why I am suddenly feeling emotional as undecipherable distant memories start to flood my brain. My room definitely just looks like how it was before. It is still full of vibrant pastel-colored things and walled in white. However, I feel like someone died. Or maybe I lost someone so close to me.I sit down on the corner of my bed and run my hands on my hair. I have this feeling that there’s an emptiness within my heart. I hear a plate drop outside my room so I run downstairs in confusion. There, I saw my mom preparing our breakfast in her lovely white apron. I’m stunned. Surprised even. She’s picking up the broken tableware carefully so she will not cut herself. She notices that I am there, looking at her like a m
The Passion House Prologue
The sun was shining brightly when a farmer was walking towards the market from his small farmland. With a vegetable-filled twine basket on his back, he trotted slowly on the mountainside with a rod on his right hand. The heat started to take its toll on his aged tanned skin as he felt the sweat on his forehead. It was already 9 in the morning. He needed to sell his harvest to the market or he won’t be able to eat for the day. His dirty clothes were freshly washed but looked worn due to constant wearing and the dirt from the street. Passing through his usual route, the dust brought by the passing vehicles made him sneeze. His old body began to tremble as he clumsily stepped on his holed worn white turned brown slippers, and broke it. He let out a sigh as he picked it up and started limping because he only had one slipper left, continued to his quest. Soon enough, he saw a river that triggered his thirst. Once he got to the riverbanks, he sat, cupped his hands, and took some water to
The Passion House I
Chaos. If there is a word that best describes what is currently happening in my life, that will bechaos.It is raining heavily outside and I am riding a bus towards my parent’s house in my hometown, Viewmonte. Nothing much happened actually, my bestselling book has been accused of being plagiarized, my company hasn’t taken the time to investigate and are deciding whether to fire or file a complaint against me, and my boyfriend of 7 years has told me that he wants to stop everything between us. What a lucky life, huh? A phone call wakes me up from my reverie. It is from my manager, Trisha. A text message from her arrives a
The Passion House II
The smell of coffee wakes me up from my slumber. It was lingering inside my room, and as I slowly opens my eyes, the gentle sunlight from my room window greets me with a good morning. A month has passed since I have arrived here in my hometown. Nothing much has happened since.I snuggle inside my blankets as I try to observe my room. It definitely just looks like how it was before. It is full of vibrant pastel-colored things and walled in white. My bed frame is white and it has pastel pink blankets, light purple and blue pillows, some teddies on the wall, and a small library on the opposite wall. I also have a white study table beside my bed and the lamp usually serves as my light in the evening and that gives my room a cozy and subtle glow. In front of my study table lies a wide window where the morning light goes in and a white curtain. Behind it, is a view of my mother’s garden. My room is located on the 2nd floor of our house.After appreciating my room, I sit down
The Passion House III
Thankfully, I have a spare key for our car so I enter it once I reach the mall’s parking lot. I can still feel my insides shaking as I try to calm myself down. I lock the car from the inside and hug my two feet. I am still trembling. I am afraid. I have thought I am ready but I am not. I just cry there, feeling disappointed in myself.I left my mom there. I ran away.I should have faced my demons, but I ran away. Clearly, I am a coward. After a while, I feel mom open the car, I do not dare to lift my head up. I just lay there motionless as she put everything that we have bought in the compartment. She thanks some of the staff who have helped her and give them tips. They say thank you while they leave. My mom then enters and while she is closi
The Passion House IV (Part I)
Never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought that I will be able to step foot inside a hotel this grand. The golden gates open their arms as our car drives towards the hotel entrance- welcoming us to a world of luxury and sophistication. The palm trees line up on the center island like royal guards who stand mightily awing its audience with its magnificent stance. Far ahead lies the Hotel in its full glamour. Although I’m at least a kilometer away from it, I can already see its brilliance. I can’t help but let my jaw drop as I try to intake its incomparable. “Wow,” My mom and I can’t help but mutter. My mom lowers the car’s stereo’s volume singing the Eagles’ biggest hits - her favorite- as we try to savor the moment of our entrance. Ca
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