It's 8:11 in the morning.

Dali-dali akong naglalakad papuntang building namin dahil late na talaga ako. I overslept last night.

My class is supposed to be 8:00 oclock and I'm really running late.

Nung makarating ako sa harap ng building, I immediately run to the stairs. I'm already panting but I don't care. Kailangan kong magmadali. Terror pa naman ang teacher ko in this subject.

Sa pagmamadali ko nung papaliko na ako, may nakabanggaan ako. Nagkalat sa sahig ang mga gamit ko. The books I'm carrying, kasama na ang mga photocopies ko sa aking subject.

I immediately scooped my things. Tinutulungan ako nung nakabanggan ko. After picking all my things, I looked at him to give my thanks.

When I looked at him, I was in awe. Prominent jaws, pointed nose, kissable lips and soulful eyes.

"Th...thank you." I muttered.

"No need. And I'm sorry. Nagmamadali kasi ako kaya di kita nakita," he answered with a smile.

That's how we meet. That's how our love story started and blossomed. Just like in some books and movies, it's like destiny.

It is our destiny that we meet that day. It is also destined that he will break me into pieces when the right time comes.

Entry # 4:

Destiny has it's own way of writing things.

But destiny can sometimes be deceitful.

It makes us believe in magic. Enchant us in a magical experience. It sends us in a very beautiful place where sadness and heartbreaks are such a foreign word.

I wondered why our story didn't last. I believed it would. We meet with destiny's consent.

But maybe, just maybe, our story was not permitted by time. Yes, we had destiny's approval, but time said otherwise. In that ironically perfect time, they opposed each other. And we became victims of destiny and times' dispute.

#Destinys'Game