Attraction—fleeting yet all-consuming—has a way of pulling us through every possible emotion, even when there's no promise of return. It’s a feeling that bends reality, stretching across unspoken dreams and silent heartbeats. To love from afar is to wander through an endless dimension of what-ifs and almost.
Savanah Montereal lives in that delicate space: a quiet cycle of admiration and restraint. With every passing crush, she lets herself feel the intensity of connection—drawn by beauty, brilliance, or a spark of mystery—only to retreat into silence. Never stepping closer, never speaking her truth, she becomes a spectator in her own love stories. Her heart beats loudest in the shadows.
In a world where others leap boldly into love, Savanah stays still, watching her chances slip by. But when a connection feels deeper—too real to ignore—will she finally step out of the margins of her own story?
DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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There is always something strange about wanting someone you can't have.
It's weird that you can still feel the feeling of being in the actual relationships. Its just kept on going, letting the chances past through each day. It was like a highlight of ordinary days--beneath the classroom roof, the glances, the small silence grew between one sentences.
Glances that gives the idea to 'take the chance with him or lose it' and even have a thought that maybe I still have hopes for that person. You can't just leave that feeling behind because his name always echoing down a hallway. That's how it all takes.
And as for Savanah Montereal, it never been grand gestures or even as a fairy-tale confessions. She memorized the shape of someone's smile, how the person stand, the every view side of profile, the hair, and almost everything without even daring to get close to him. At some point, she would rehearse conversations that never happened because she wanted to protect her heart from the pain by hiding it.
She is not afraid to love someone. Savanah loved too deeply as the ocean, too easily, and far too quietly. That was her curse of nature. To soft to be in the world demands certainty. Keeping herself locked on a glass while craving something real.
Years had been past, more crushes came and went by like a seasons—vivid and temporarily fast. Still no name carved on a tree trunks, no lingering text fell behind. Just the feelings suspended in time like the little stars in the sky forms a line of constellation but no one else noticed.
It becomes her way of surviving. Way of dreaming and feeling. But it couldn't refuse to stay silent forever.
Savanah would find herself in the edge of realness of her feelings... and choices that could shatter everything.
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A poignant coming-of-heart tale, its way better this way or should we explore the bittersweet ache of loving in silence and the quiet courage it takes to finally be seen?
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For me. I always find silence is easier to live on the edge of everything. 
Madalas sabihin ng mga taong hindi naman gano'n kalapit sa akin ay napaka mahiyain ko naman daw. Una talagang pumapasok sa isip ko na isagot sakanila ay pakielam niyo ba? Wala ba kayong sariling space man lang d'yan kaya sa ibang tao kayo nagiging hindrance?
Bakit daw ayokong maki halubilo sa iba pag tao? It's not literally from shyness, I always chose to be inside the wall I have built since I was a kid since its way better, way calmer for me to be exact. 
Another reason to that, standing behind the feud surrounds me--I can just watch and let everything happen without me being involved from it. 
A safe space, space for clearer minds. Less to disappoint. 
I sigh because of the view I have from not too far. This is what I'm talking about. 
"Napaka landi mo! Linta ka ba ha?! Linta ka ba?!" 
Kita ko kung paano kaladkarin ng babae ang buhok ng isa pa. Few people started to pull then away from each other pero hindi talaga nagpapa awat ng dalawa. Mga kaibigan din nila ata ‘yon. 
Halos kami lang ang tao dito at wala nang iba pa. 
I'm sitting on a bench under the tree with my books on my lap. Katabi ko rin ang bag ko dahil kailangan kong aralin for long quiz bukas. I planned to be here at the senior student's area kasi akala ko tahimik na, since nakalaba na ang mga senior high.