A Draft of Us is a story about the kind of love I've always dreamed of... soft, genuine, and meant to feel like home. It's about two people growing together through every season of life, holding onto each other even when things get hard. A love story written from my ideals, my what-ifs, and the feelings i wish were real. -Unamed | A Draft of Us by Khermie

They say LOVE IS A GAME, sometimes you win, but more often, you're left with a losing hand. Every move of fate is a gamble, and you never truly know if you're about to be blessed with a miracle or stripped of every chance you have. Because in the end, Fate always gets the last word. It all began on a night drenched in bitterness inside a quiet restaurant. That was the night JD walked away, leaving Ysa behind with nothing but a shattered heart and the echoing sting of his parting words. But the universe wasn't finished with them. Like an invisible thread, Fate pulled JD back, forcing him to face his mistakes and beg for the forgiveness of the only woman he ever truly loved. Just as their love began to bloom from the ruins, their strength was pushed to the limit. JD was struck by a severe illness, a cruel reminder of how fragile their forever really was. Pero bakit kung kailan handa na silang humarap sa Altar at mangako sa isa't isa, doon naman ulit biglang naglabas ng huling alas ang tadhana?

- REVISION -

Hi, everyone! I am Sanusaiko! I am going to share my journey together with Jesus, and spread the good news!

I was a transfer student at her school. Mirielle- the person I cared the most, the one that's by my side when things escalated horribly. A cheerful friend - or so was I thought. But those sweet and lovely moments came to an end when I studied abroad. Adolescent hits and naturally drifted us from being inseparable, the way we lost the connection we built in the past that I've tried so hard not to lose, because she's all I have- Then coincidentally we meet again, then become an enemy-in her eyes.

| Kherxia only wanted to write a story. But when her words start writing her back, she begins to wonder. Is she the author... or just another character waiting for her ending? and what ending... What happens when fiction stops being fiction? When the lines blur, and the story you're writing... starts writing you. when the pen writes me instead by khermie. -Read at your own risk- Please, read my note muna. for the warning:))