[Epistolary] After 4 months of disappearing, Quinn's friends just found her posting in Instagram that immediately made a discussion... only for them to found out that Quinn and the famous bassist of a band, broke up.

Her touch screams power and her eyes shouts darkness. She was the needle, she was the thorns, she was the blade, and I am willing to embrace her without minding the pain. At first glance, I knew I'll bleed more, I knew I'd fall deeper

I am done hiding my gazes just to see how beautiful and powerful she have become. Even at the end of my lifetime, in the middle of suffering, in current pain, my eyes will always look for her. She owns all parts of me and everything that I have, even my last stolen glances.

Rains are like thousands of memories where each drops remembers a scene. I have never smell nostalgia before not until her rain yearns my name. And since then, I have never felt more alive

Erianne Nicole is a beautiful lady, living a tough life. As the eldest child, she knows that her family is holding on her so she forced herself to study and work hard. The pretty lady often describe herself unlucky and full of misfortunes despite of the friends, family and the simple life that she got. Until Isaac came, the boy who made her realize that it's not the expensive flowers that brings joy to most people. It's the flowers with value, even the cheapest, that can really give someone a real and good smile.

Venice Natalie Cristobal is a normal girl living her silent life. The only thing that excites her living is when she writes and thinks deeply. She never speak her mind, runs, or cares about things that doesn't involve her because of its shy personality. Not until they moved to their mother's childhood house after her father died. A house located to a place where he met a boy that dragged her into his mess. A boy that only shows hiself in summer.

In our childhood, we did a lot of fun things. Good memories that still linger in the depths of our souls. And even if we tried to, we couldn't just forget the memories, fun games, and craziness that we had in those days. How we thought of having a time machine to return to the days where our only problem was to find a way to sneak out of our house to play with friends. Yet no such thing, like time machine, could bring us back, for it was, and will always be, a memory. And the Sweet Mist of Yesterday. ©2021