Philophobia-RomanoLovino Vargas, otherwise known as Romano, or South Italy. Has just one fear. That fear that he refuses to let anyone know about, he would just be really embarrassed about it. He hates it. He hates it with a passion. He wants it to go away but it always seems to find its way back to him. It latches on him and refuses to leave. He's tried so many times, more than he could count, to face it. He can't, he just can't. It prevented him from being with so many people, people he wanted to care for but just couldn't. His fear would get jealous and get even worse. The worst part is that he can't even tell you why he has that fear. Maybe it's from all the times he's been rejected. Maybe it's been all the times people broke his heart. He doesn't know. And that fear, the fear that haunts him the most.
Contest Entry: Behind the SmilesBehind the SmilesOTPs: BruPhil, USPH"Pag-ibig, 'pag na'sok sa puso nino man, hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang."The great walled city of Intramuros was bustling in its usual noisy business. The clops of horse hooves and the clack of large wooden wheels on the cobblestones mixed with the indiscernible chatter of civilians as they walked to and fro filled the hot afternoon air. Women, both Filipinos and Spanish, had huge fans out which they used to alleviate the discomfort of the heat, and used to cover their faces modestly whenever a man walked by.Outside the walls was a different story. The horse-drawn carriages and people in Spanish garb mixed with Filipino clothes were still present, yes, but there was a general air of hardship and poverty hanging over the dirty streets of the extramuros. Women in worn-out baro't sayas hurried to and from the markets, the churches and other houses, going about their daily chores. Small boys worked as bell-ringers in t