tanghalan at buto

Bones
I was being cut off of air. My face had been forced into--leather material. Wrists and ankles, weighed down in what felt as though dumbbells, instead, chains. I attempted to shift my body into a better position, but the abrupt stops and jolts made things very difficult. I was chained, in the backseat of a car.
Along my jugular veins, I could feel bruising. Straining my neck to readjust my head for better breathing brought me to find them. I had been temporarily strangled. And then, a greater jolt occurred causing me to roll onto the floor of the car. Pains emerged where I hadn't realized...

So this is the first ever tagahanga fiction I have ever written! It’s only a short piece and there is madami to follow but I’d pag-ibig to hear your feedback on it!

(Picture the scene: Its Brennan and Booth’s wedding day. Both the guys and the girls are in separate rooms getting ready.)

The Boys Room:

Booth is alone in the room and is nervously fixing his bow tie for about the millionth time.
“Okay, so you’ve got this far. You’re doing good.” (He stares at himself in the mirror. He looks down at his bow tie and yet again undoes it) Why I am so nervous?” He thought to himself. “I pag-ibig her....