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a magical yet black angel University in the middle of
the mist. A newfound humanoid person finds himself in a school sourly only for the black angels that come here in this university. One particular black angel named choi beongyu...
BUKO- jireh Lim Or Paraluman - Adie (most reccemeded)
( Time switch )
December 2024,
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old bites my skin. I shear and kick my legs up on the mattress. Once. I feel a pool of coldness around the outside of the soft white blanket and I jump up gently to look out the fond window.
My hands were hooking on the end of the window as I pulled the slashy curtains open. Revealing a leathery scene as naked flakes practically sprang up onto my bare face.
I held my eyes open and found lanterns scrawled peacefully almost everywhere the city. Stretching down to the large mansion that was 4 blocks away.
It was cold, really cold. I could picture two people laying their heads on one another in front of the fairytale like made chimney that sweeped up fire imto the cut out wood.
I rubbed my eyes using my thumb so my eyes focused. A song reminded me of this season.. it's the one where him and the boy always sang to one another.
ika'y isang bituin na nagmula sa langit. ( You're a star that was delivered from the sky. )
My lips parted into a small o. My eyes closed. The cold breeze bruah my hair out of my face. I smiled. A light shined bluntly.
"Taehyun?" The voice said so softly and warmly. Feeling the exchanging of hands. My vision blurred and I was unknowingly trapped inside my warm day dreams that made it feel like angels were singing melodies around my head.
My lips curve into a sweet smile that I didn't notice. Yet I couldn't see my smile. That boy and my mother had always said that my smile always aches their heart and probably makes me glow into the spine of their brains. They said my smile was trapped in their minds.
And I would always say that I couldn't see my smile. So I didn't think it was true. But the boy would always tangle our fingers together whenever i said that. Whether we were walking to our fifth grade classroom or we were at the skating rink.
I never knew why, but particles in my stomach flow whenever he says those heart wrenching words drilling into my heart. The air is always amusingly sweet for my taste and it felt like we were in our own cradle of sweetness.
And he would always say.
Hawakan mo ang aking kamay, Palagi kitang aawitan ng kundiman.
( Hold my hand, I will always sing a song for you. )
I took out my diary. The confirmation I craved for. I flipped it open. Paper flashed my eyes.
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