Unpredictable Love
prologue
Unknown.
What are you doing here? 😐
unknown
nn.. nothing ii.. i am jj..just
Unknown.
Can't you say it property?
unknown
Why am I like this? I can't even complete a single sentence in front of anyone. it feels like suffocating. Everyone around me feels irritated. Is there anyone who can listen to me, feel me and understand me?
unknown
Hey what are you doing here?
unknown
Nothing, I am just praising MYSELF😌
unknown
such a narcissistic person you are 😮💨
unknown
That's like my boy
unknown
But you are not wrong
unknown
I am just full of myself😎
unknown
were you always this much talkative 🤨
unknown
I never imagined that I would ever be this happy in my life And I would ever be able to share my feelings with anyone. But after you came, I did everything that I had never even thought of 🥰
unknown
For me it's really unpredictable to talk,to express myself without any hesitation, fear and judgements even to be liked by someone 😊😊and .... LOVE.......
unknown
LOVE IS UNPREDICTABLE
unknown
Yeah 😊 I too had never imagined such a beautiful and adorable person would come into my life
unknown
it's really UNPREDICTABLE LOVE
10/05/25
"The first light of Dawn spilled over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of rose gold and lavender, as if the heavens themselves were walking with a gentle blush. A delicate symphony of colors dances across the sky, where night met day in a tender embrace like a shy lover from behind a veil of clouds. The sun rose slowly, casting a soft golden glow across the earth, whispering promises of a new beginning with every ray."
The trees swayed in a soft breeze, their leaves whispering secrets only that Dawn could understand. Birds chirped delicately, as though testing the edges of silence. Outside, the day stretched its limbs and smiled. But inside the room, time paused a little longer, holding space for one more breath, one more dream, before the world came knocking.
Such beautiful and enchanting morning rays are entering the room as if a lover is saying to his beloved that....
....... Time to wake, beautiful the world isn't quite the same without your laughter echoing in it. The sun has risen just to see your face, the world is still hushed waiting for your eyes to open......
...... and I have missed you even in your dreams😴💭, come back to me slowly, sweetly the day begins with you💖
In the center of the room, nestled in a cocoon of soft white blanket lay a girl no older than twenty. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythm so peacefully, it seemed the room itself had slowed to match her breath.
The morning light crept gently through the curtains, laying soft gold across the room, but she didn't move at first. Her breath was steady, her body curled slightly in the middle of the bed.....
..... when she finally opened her eyes, they held the weight of a hundred thoughts unspoken. Her hair was a wild holo around her face, kissed by sleep and moonlight remnants, but her expression was distant, like she'd just returned from a dream she didn't want to leave.
The world outside was beautiful, birds in song, sunlight slipping across the floor, the scent of morning lingering in the air. But inside her chest, something felt hollow, the kind of emptiness that doesn't scream, it just sits quietly and waits to be noticed.
She slid her feet to the floor, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders. The floor cool beneath her soles. And padded barefoot into the bathroom to start her day with a new energy.
Ep. 3
She stepped out of the bathroom, barely twenty, hair damp and clinging to her neck, skin fresh from the rinse. On the outside, she looked ready for the day but the way she held her arms close, eyes darting down, lips twitching like she was searching for the right words, said otherwise. There was quite heaviness in her, like confidence was something she hadn't worn in a while.
She came down the stairs slowly, each step light but hesitant, like she was afraid of making noise in a house that had grown too quiet. Her hair was still damp, sticking to her neck in thin strands, and the soft cotton of her clothes looked fresh but almost to clean against the uncertain way she moved. She looked like someone who had gone through the motions of getting ready, hoping it might make her feel more like herself. It hadn't.
Voices drifted in from the living room, her family member's low and steady voices, someone is talking louder, rising and falling with whatever show they were watching or arguing about. The sound grounded her for a second, reminded her that life was moving forward in the other room, even if she still felt stuck.
She glanced toward the living room, but didn't step through. Instead, she went quietly and sat at the edge of the kitchen chair, listening without meaning to.
They probably hadn't noticed she was downstairs. Or maybe they had and didn't say anything.
From the kitchen, she heard her name. Just faintly, it wasn't the first time.She'd lost count, honestly. The times she'd overheard them talking about her like a problem to be solved. A list of symptoms to be discussed in quiet, rational tones. Like her silence was a project they'd all given up on finishing..........
...... So she'd learned to let it happen. Let them talk. Let it pass. It was easier that way. Not better. Just easier.
Danika Encino-Fl Mom
Morning, sweetheart ☺
Malcolm Encino-Fl Dad
Morning, Dani 😘
The living room is calm and softly lit, touched by the early glow of morning. Pale light filters through thin curtains, casting gentle patterns on the floor. A clock ticks faintly in the background. The air carries the distant hum of the city outside, muted by closed Windows.
The couple is sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. Malcolm is reading a newspaper. He flips the pages with slow, deliberate care. Occasionally, he glances up, not to speak, but just to see who's come in. Danika came and sat beside her husband with a cup of coffee.
The room breathes slowly, like it's waiting for the day to begin.
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