I am a guy . And when I find a diary , I intend to read it. So when I found the diary which my best friend who happens to be a girl , keeps. I read it. And it changed my life forever.

It was pity that first made Dannie speak to him. She had known Ryan since she was a kid, but he had always been the popular Golden Boy, and she had always been the tomboy that didn’t mind not having any friends. It was odd, she had thought, that all the popular kids who had once kissed the ground he walked on, didn’t so much spared him a glance anymore, and it was this that made her sit with him that one faithful day and begin something that would only end up causing her pain.

A compilation of Alyloony's short story :)

Is it true that we are capable of writing our stories or are we intertwined with the playful hands of fate? How much are you willing to give in search of true love and happiness?