How to Fall in Love ✔

How to Fall in Love (42)

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Piggy's Note:

Hello, legends of the world! Have you been saving the world recently? (>‿◠)✌

Thank you so much for reading 41 chapters of HTFIL! I'm beyond honoured. I love, love, love you! AND AND AND we did it! We ranked #15 in Humor and #19 in Teen Fiction! But since Wattpad's changed its system to only one category, I stuck with Humor. AND AND AND you are unprecedented. Thank you so, so much, lovely! Especially when it's been well over a month since I've last updated (I'm so sorry) and you're still here, reading this update. Thank you.

To the side is the hottie Franciso Lachowski brooding and the song entitled "Miracles" by my favourite band of all time, Coldplay. Goshdammit, guys. This song is the shiz.

Hope you have a beautiful day ahead! So sorry for the delay and the evident decline in the quality of the writing in the chapter; I found it thoroughly difficult to write. But still, I hope that you'll like it. :)

Dedicated to @madlol1, for her support. Thank you. :)

Your #Fia Captain,

Myka

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            Getting all my things packed in one flight bag was not a problem.

            First of all, I didn't have much. I only had my clothes, which were more or less thirty in quantity minus the undergarments, my laptop, to which I gave my duffel bag as its roof, some cereals and ramen that I hadn't eaten yet, my personal files which were kept safe in a plastic A4 file case, and my two phones, one of which the old, tattered one that I'd last used when my father was still around, and the other Angel's Wings, which was given by whom I considered as the heavens' birthday present to me and I was very thankful for, the man I knew as the most charming, most alluring, and most princely of all, Miles Royal.

            Secondly, I'd already figured out how to put them all in my flight bag the moment it touched the carpeted floor of La Italy Townhouse's guest room, and sworn to myself, hand against chest, that I would leave the townhouse when the agreement was over, with no other luggage in my hand, in my mind, and in my heart.

            Thirdly, ever since I'd woken up to my senses and realised something three days ago, in a certain dim-lit parking lot of a leading IT corporation, I'd been prepared, more than ever, for the arrival of this day, Friday, the renovation of La Italy Townhouse.

            The day I'd leave.

            The day I'd say goodbye to everything.