"I gave you three chances of silence, but you changed my mind." - Gerari Huwen Seventeen minus nine is equal to eight. The boy hates the girl, and the girl also. It started when their eyes met at the exact moment. But the enmity disappears over time as they are together during their treasured time. Until it stays as they turn into adulthood. Encircling them like the line representing Figure number eight. The reason why? They have many reasons to answer the question of why. There was nothing to say. They are quiet about it. Not willing to take and even receive. Not even mentioning it. As time takes forward, the actual meaning of being captured is answered. Until one of them surrendered and spake the truth - the deepest and incomprehensible truth that even the other one cannot deny it. It conquers them. Both are defeated. Captured. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in TAGALOG and ENGLISH