✔️ COMPLETE
Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London.
1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventuall...
There are no words – literally no words – for how sad I am to let SOY go. This fic changed a lot for me, (1) it gave me friends, (2) it broadened my writing horizon and skills, and (3) it pushed me in ways nothing creative has ever done before (why am I getting an Arts degree when I can just write fics on wattpad dot com?). I got to create my own dream circle of mates, got to write about a setting and city I love, got to write about two people falling in love under unthinkable circumstances. And never in my wildest dreams did I think this story would resonate and make an impact on anyone but myself. But then there's you lot. My angels. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and loving SOY as much as I do and always will. I have never been prouder of anything in my life. I have never been more thankful for having such an amazing circle of mates around me who read, vote, and give me feedback every single week. Thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my soy milk-filled heart. Enjoy the last chapter of Symphonies of You, hope it makes your heart play the softest melodies🎶🎵 x
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FINAL CHAPTER.
TRISTAN UND ISOLDE. / AT THE RAINBOW'S END.
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Tuesday, 22 June 2018
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Cancons i danses by Federico Mompou and Olena Kushpler played softly as Jackie's eyes fluttered open. The curtains were only partly shut, a stream of sunlight pouring into the room, showing off the start to a wonderful day. She looked about the room, yawning and stretching, making everything out piece by piece. Her clothes laid neatly by her side of the bed, Harry's side of the duvet was tucked around her as well, and his glasses were nowhere to be seen, meaning he must've gotten up some time ago.
