PHKayla Sison's never been in love.
Her life is plain, predictable, and quiet.
No crushes, no butterflies, no cinematic sparks—just her daily routine.
"What to do next?" she whispered through thin air.
One evening, while mindlessly scrolling through social media, a video catches her eye. A guy named is sharing a story—his story—about a girl he found on a coffee shop, he developed a crush on her the moment he laid eyes on her.
He goes by the name _cdonovan. She stalked his profile, but he never posted selfies—only short videos about his crush.
He doesn't know her crush's name. But he posts drawings and/or narrations of chance encounters. Each episode ends with the date it happened—same day it was posted. His feelings unfold like a slow confession—quiet, genuine and undeniably sweet.
She doesn't know why, but she keeps coming back. "Yes, new update!"
Every post pulls her in a deeper version of herself. She laughs at his awkwardness, smiles at his subtle joy, and even tears up when he misses seeing the girl.
For the first time, she feels something she never felt before: a flutter in her chest. Not for him, but for the idea of love. Real love.
This story is waking up something inside her. She remembers trying to date someone last year but it was flat—it was emotionless. But now, she's feeling... everything. And it's because of this anonymous guy's posts.
Then one day, the final update is uploaded.
She watches, stunned. In the video, the guy says the girl is dating someone now. He says he's letting go of the feelings he had.
"I guess, some stories end before they begin," he whispered.
And then, at the very end, almost as an afterthought, he mentions her initials.
They match hers—"K.S."
A chill runs through her.
She replays all the posts, now with new eyes.
Backtracks every date, every encounter.
That specific coffee shop—she was there a year ago. She was always there, it was part of her routine. It was her, all along.
A story she never knew she was in.
And somehow, she missed it.
"The reason he never mentioned the year, only the date, was because it all happened a year ago," she said, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips as a tear welled in her left eye. "Damn you, _cdonovan."
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Her life is plain, predictable, and quiet.
No crushes, no butterflies, no cinematic sparks—just her daily routine.
"What to do next?" she whispered through thin air.
One evening, while mindlessly scrolling through social media, a video catches her eye. A guy named is sharing a story—his story—about a girl he found on a coffee shop, he developed a crush on her the moment he laid eyes on her.
He goes by the name _cdonovan. She stalked his profile, but he never posted selfies—only short videos about his crush.
He doesn't know her crush's name. But he posts drawings and/or narrations of chance encounters. Each episode ends with the date it happened—same day it was posted. His feelings unfold like a slow confession—quiet, genuine and undeniably sweet.
She doesn't know why, but she keeps coming back. "Yes, new update!"
Every post pulls her in a deeper version of herself. She laughs at his awkwardness, smiles at his subtle joy, and even tears up when he misses seeing the girl.
For the first time, she feels something she never felt before: a flutter in her chest. Not for him, but for the idea of love. Real love.
This story is waking up something inside her. She remembers trying to date someone last year but it was flat—it was emotionless. But now, she's feeling... everything. And it's because of this anonymous guy's posts.
Then one day, the final update is uploaded.
She watches, stunned. In the video, the guy says the girl is dating someone now. He says he's letting go of the feelings he had.
"I guess, some stories end before they begin," he whispered.
And then, at the very end, almost as an afterthought, he mentions her initials.
They match hers—"K.S."
A chill runs through her.
She replays all the posts, now with new eyes.
Backtracks every date, every encounter.
That specific coffee shop—she was there a year ago. She was always there, it was part of her routine. It was her, all along.
A story she never knew she was in.
And somehow, she missed it.
"The reason he never mentioned the year, only the date, was because it all happened a year ago," she said, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips as a tear welled in her left eye. "Damn you, _cdonovan."
Note: Nai-post ko ito sa wattpad. If you wanna visit the original post, here's the link.
Di ko alam kung ayos lang mag-post ng link sa subforum, please warn me.