Layout by: Allysonkim Villanueva
Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano
Date Published: February 28, 2025
Time Published: 10:47 AM
Category: Prose
Subject: Searching for light in the darkest of times.
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ?"
That very question still lingers in my mind. Even now, as I sat alone in my room, feeling so trapped in the darkness that I despise so much. Where was the sun to give me light—hope when I need it most? The thought of past and coming failures, regrets, and disappointments presses heavily against my chest, dragging my heart into a deep, endless hole—a hole that seems to grow darker and deeper with every step I decide to take, slowly, threatening to swallow me whole.
๐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ญ๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, "๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ," ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, "๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต."
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ. "๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ."
Yet, amidst the suffocating presence of the dark, a sudden thought begins to form in my head. Perhaps the darkness I have loathed my entire life is, in some strange way, easier. No expectations to meet, No disappointments to endure—just the feeling of a suffocating blanket wrapping around me in fake comfort forgoing me to get up and search for the light that I'm not even sure existed.
"๐๐ถ๐ต," ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, "๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ?"
"๐๐ถ๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ?" ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด.
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ—๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต." ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, "๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ง๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ."
"๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ."
"๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ต ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด."
I closed my eyes as the words of the girl echoes in my mind—my childhood best friend. Her words always used to make me feel like everything was gonna be okay, that no matter how dark life gets, there will always be light that follows. But now that she's not here with me anymore through my journey, there's no one beside me to guide me to the light, the light that I have longed for ever since she left.
"๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ! ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ?" ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ. "๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ด"
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ. "๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ?"
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต."
My hands shake as I wrap my arms around myself. Maybe she was right, maybe the light that I have been searching for has been inside me all along. The memory of her voice lingers in my mind, even though she isn't here beside me anymore, her words still remain, guiding me forward.
Taking a deep breath, I stood up from my bed and walked to the window, finding a new feeling of hope deep inside me. As I open it, the night sky greets me—the darkness is still there but it no longer feels suffocating. The sun is nowhere in sight, there are no stars tonight, no moon to guide the way—but now I know better than to believe that all the light is gone.
I've spent all my life always waiting for something or someone to guide me, to pull me from the darkness. But I realize now that I don’t have to wait. I can be the one to take the first step, to guide me to the light.
With a quiet exhale, I turn away from the window. This time, I won’t let the darkness consume me.
This time, I will shine.
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ—๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง, ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ."
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