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XX Final Chapter (Part I)
Aya JamandreDear Readers, I am so sorry for the very short update. This is because I believe that all of you deserve a happy chapter. I won't be letting out any speeches right now because I am saving my gratitude until the last words of this book. I hope that all of you will enjoy this chapter. <3 Xoxo, Aya Jamandre
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“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
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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
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The Passion House III
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