Oh, this message. This beautifully overanalyzed, emotionally charged, and incredibly thoughtful message. First, let me say—if this story kept you up at night, then I’ve done my job. And second, fifth favorite?? Wow. I’ll take it. A spot in your top five? An honor, truly. (But wow, Riru. The amount of lies in your system is unbelievable. Last time, I was your second favorite—now I’m fifth? What did I do?!)

Now, onto your insights, because they deserve to be acknowledged. Yes, the story leans heavily into his perspective, but not because Taury’s story isn’t just as important—rather, because understanding her was always Eryx’s journey. From curiosity to certainty, from intrigue to devotion, from “I like her” to “I will love her the way she needs to be loved.” That’s the core of it. He doesn’t demand her walls come down on his terms, nor does he try to force answers out of her. He just stays. And sometimes, staying is the most powerful thing love can do. (Ayoko mag-add ng more hahaha hindi ka naman naniniwala sa akin, gosh! SMH!!)

As for Taury—oh, I love that you see her. The way she lets herself entertain love yet still keeps her guard up, how she allows herself to be close but never too close. She isn’t just pushing love away—she’s fighting herself, insisting it’s just desire, just something fleeting, when deep down, she knows it’s more. Healing isn’t about tearing down walls all at once; sometimes, it’s about letting the right person stand outside them long enough to be sure they won’t leave. And maybe she didn’t say everything outright, but love isn’t always spoken. Sometimes, it’s in the way someone lets themselves be seen, piece by hesitant piece.

Now, about that proof—listen, if I show you Taury’s reaction, you might just move me up to fourth favorite, and that’s dangerous. Gotta keep the suspense alive, you know? But I see you. And I appreciate you. Thank you for reading, for feeling, and for thinking about these characters beyond the page. That’s the best kind of compliment a writer could ask for. ✨ Riru, pangit!! Sana hungry ka ulit tapos naulan, Riru, tamad!! 🤣🤣

Reading this felt like witnessing a love letter to Sky and Selene, and I couldn’t be more grateful. The way you described their love—as calm, sweet, and tranquil—perfectly captures the essence of what makes them special. Some love stories are built on grand gestures, but theirs thrives in the quiet, in the unshaken certainty that they belong to each other.

But more than that, they were never searching—because this love was never something they had to find. It was always written, ordained by God long before their hearts even knew how to long for one another. Selene’s love story wasn’t just a matter of chance; it was a prayer whispered not only by her but by the people who held her close, by those who wished for her to have the kind of love that would honor, cherish, and protect her. And when the time was right, when both hearts were ready, love didn’t just arrive—it returned to the place it was always meant to be.

That kind of love is rare. The kind that is not sought but entrusted, not discovered but destined. The kind that reminds us that no matter the differences between two souls, when love is written by God's hands, it will always find its way—gently, inevitably, beautifully. And knowing that this love—their love—resonated with you in such a deep way means more to me than I can put into words.
Panel 237 is a moment I hold close as well. Seeing Sky through Selene’s eyes is like witnessing a quiet miracle—one that she never had to search for, yet was always meant to find her. And in the same way, Sky will always see her as his miracle, his life’s greatest gift. The words you shared—“Kay palad na ikaw ang kapiling ko sa ilalim ng buwan, Kay saya na ikaw ang katabi ko pagsikat ng araw.”—are poetry in themselves. They capture the way she sees him, not just as someone she loves but as someone whose presence feels like both peace and home.

But what makes their love even more beautiful is that the gratitude runs both ways. Sky is just as grateful for her as she is for him. To him, she is warmth in human form, the love he never thought he deserved yet was blessed to receive. He loves her not just for who she is but for every quiet moment, every glance, every piece of herself she entrusts to him. Her love is not loud, not demanding—it is in the way she looks at him, in how she chooses him, in how she allows herself to be seen in ways she never thought she could. And for Sky, loving her will always be his life’s greatest privilege.
Knowing that you will miss them once their story reaches its end is something I don’t take lightly. It tells me that they have left an imprint on your heart, and as a writer, there is no greater gift than that. Thank you for embracing them, for understanding them, and for allowing their love to live within you. Your message is a reminder of why stories are meant to be told—not just to be read, but to be felt.

I didn’t reply right away because I was too busy processing this—and okay, maybe I got a little emotional because, let’s be real, I’m a certified OA.

I write purely for fun, but knowing that my stories have made their way into your heart like this? That’s something I’ll never take for granted. It’s one thing to write for myself, but it’s an entirely different kind of joy to know that someone out there is waiting, enjoying, and appreciating every word.

I’ve always believed that every writer has their own magic, and if mine resonates with you, then that is a privilege I don’t take lightly. Thank you, truly, for your time, your kindness, and for allowing my stories to be part of your world.

Your words mean more than you know, and I’ll carry them with me every time I sit down to write. 🤍🤍🤍

Evidence not related to Taury and Eryx? Fine. Let’s discuss the real crime here—how an unknown entity has the audacity to accuse me without a shred of proper investigation. Mysterious stranger, you remember my so-called ‘evilness’ in detail, yet you probably can’t recall your own WiFi password. Suspicious. 🤨

Objection! Wrong accusation again! I was the one who posted that Privatter—with a password, mind you. No password or no clue? Mistrial! 🧐 This case is as shaky as my willpower during a midnight snack run. But since I’m feeling generous (and entertained), I’ll let this one slide. Consider it a plea deal.

Be thankful, dear mystery accuser, that my love for my readers outweighs my urge to sue. 😌💖 But if you dare pull this stunt again… I’m launching a full investigation. FBI mode activated. See you in court. 🏛️