Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.
Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears —
Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles.
They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason.
Have you ever thought, how something so hopeless, can ever make you feel this optimistic? You hope, and fervently pray that at the end of the winding road, you see her. Waiting. That maybe, just maybe, you did something right.
To deserve her. To be loved by someone like her.
They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice and never because of circumstances.
She needed her. Held her. Made her feel alive. One bus ride. One perfect day at the beach. One starry night at the castle towers.
Then one lifetime without her.
Have you ever thought, how something so beautiful can ever make you feel this. Unbearable darkness. With her last words of hate, stinging your soul. Scarring you for eternity.
They met, not by fate, but by chance. Do they say goodbye out of choice?
Teaser: One of my beta readers (slash incredibly supportive friends) asked once— of all the beautiful places in the Philippines, why did I choose the quaint town of Sagada, Mt. Province as the setting for my first ever book project.