HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

HER SILENCES

It's that time again, the moment when I have to prepare myself for another day at school. I made my way to the kitchen directly from downstairs, feeling the familiar routine settling in. Mom was already gone, engrossed in her work, leaving me to fend for myself. It's become a regular occurrence, something I've grown accustomed to as it happens almost every day.

During lunchtime;

"As the man's foot slipped on the stairs, and he tumbled downwards, resulting in a series of painful bruises and scratches that adorned his body. The unfortunate incident was triggered by a heated quarrel he had engaged in with another man. Regrettably, the disagreement escalated into a physical altercation, leading to the man's unfortunate fall."

As I sit here, crafting the pages of my novel, those words resonate within me, seeping into the very essence of my being. Each word I read holds a profound significance, as if they were carefully chosen to breathe life into the characters and stories that dance across the pages of my book. The words become my companions, guiding me through the labyrinth of my imagination, as I embark on a journey to create a world that will captivate the hearts and minds of my readers.

"What do you think, Aunt Alma?" I asked.

"Why are they fighting?"

"Hmm. I won't tell, but it would be nice if you read the whole story. It's only 200 pesos per book". I told her to sell my e-book copy.

"I won't read it, just tell me the story, so I can find out." She asked. Completely slipped my mind that she's swamped with work, between her graveyard shifts, she barely has a spare moment to focus on herself and her well-being.

"In most of the BL series that I watched, there was always a fan girl or fanboy character that usually acted as the reason why the main characters met. But as an avid BL fan, what if this happens to me?" I said. While holding the mouse that is placed behind the table with my laptop,

"You had positive thoughts. But don't ever think that there is something wrong if one person falls in love with someone of the same gender. You know. Boys love, or girls love?" My aunt Alma replied.

Whenever I wanted to delve into the world of l***q love stories, I knew she was the go-to person. Her vast knowledge and experiences in this realm always intrigued me, so I eagerly sought her out for discussions about specific scenes or her personal encounters. I believed that incorporating these narratives into my book would add depth and authenticity. Our meetings became a regular occurrence, as she would visit me at school every month, usually two to three times. Interestingly, she also played the role of guardian to my two second cousins from the provinces, who resided with her while pursuing their studies.

"The reason why I did some research and read other opinions about LGBT people is to understand them better." Why has my father left?" I said.

As I ponder deeply, tears stream down my face. My aunt remains silent, not uttering a single word or shedding light on what transpired between my parents that led to their divorce twelve years ago. My mother, too, keeps mum about the reasons behind their separation, simply expressing her desire for my father's happiness.

"Life has many options, just go with each opportunity," Auntie Alma said. Anyway, she was right.

I am currently studying HRM, or Hotel and Restaurant Management. I came from a broken family. But it's alright. Life must go on. If my mother successfully accepts the word "move on," what about me? It's not like that. This was like my research paper that I needed to figure out.

"I'll have to leave. Call me anytime if you need something, okay? I love you, sweetie. "Auntie Alma says. She used to call me

"Sweetie" for her, I was like her own daughter. She's still single at the age of 47. I don't know why, but I hope she will meet her true love.

For a moment, I looked at her in silence.

"What? Do you have anything else to say to me?" She asked as she noticed me.

"Nothing, Auntie, I'm just happy that you are here, spending time talking to me, and because of that, I realize something. And now I will include it as part of the story. I am a writer, remember?" I said. The truth is, I was happy even though I grew up without my father beside me, knowing that I have two mothers who care for me at the same time.

"So, I'm leaving. See you next week!" She said that, then she kissed me on the forehead and bid her goodbye.

In writing my own plot. Actually, it is a romance. A romantic story that readers must love. I also proofread my own work. But it's so hard for me to think of a scenario, especially the one called "the cause and effect". The longer the scene I write, the longer I am hurt.

"Jeeezz, they are kissing now, Sheila. Are you the writer of the series?" Anne asked me jokingly:

"Sotus series, a Thai BL drama No, but it's one of my inspirations to write mine." I said

"What? "Are you a member of the l***q community?" she asked while holding my smartphone.

"No, but I have a gossipy friend who came into my room and touched all my stuff there!" I yelled.

"Oh! I am so blessed to have you as my best friend," she said, lying down on my bed.

"Arg..g.! Can you go to your apartment and watch that series there? Because I have something else to do. I have to concentrate!" She looks at me with a dumb feeling.

Anne, my closest friend is the one person who truly understands me inside out. She holds the title of being my best friend, and it is through her that I was fortunate enough to cross paths with my college crush, Pete, one year ago.

"So, if you really pushed me to head home today, my other friends would probably see me out and drag me into another night of partying. Before I know it, I'd be that drunk person trying to get home, and my parents would definitely be upset. If that happens, you can bet you’ll be the first person they come to."

I feel like I'm dizzy, hearing her reasoning.