Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

A boy tries to drain all his sorrows away by just focusing on the angry lyrics bursting in his eardrums. A girl tries to remove her depression by listening to music. When they first meet at the Cd store, there comes a spark that their life is a lot more than just pain of their pasts, like how music is so much more than just tune and lyrics. 'Sometimes you don't have to hear the lifeless wind whistling in your ears but listen to your heart pumping in your chest.

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

❝Illa the flower you love and also, my name❞ [ Illa ~ ill-la ] ♥ Dedicated to those who inspired me to start writing short stories ♥ [A/N : Both Illa and Earl have a connection, it's just a different point of view. The outcome will still be the same, it's just which perspective you want to read it from]

Zoe-cewek unik yang selalu tampak ceria itu adalah tetangga baru Cal, si cowok tertutup yang kelewat apatis. Mengganggu Cal merupakan hobinya, sementara menghindar dari Zoe adalah hal yang selalu Cal upayakan. *** Calvin Luciano menutupi diri selama dua tahun dari dunia luar dan pribadinya berubah menjadi apatis, sampai Zoe, cewek unik yang selalu tampak ceria, pindah tepat di sebelah rumahnya. Zoe selalu mengganggunya dan Cal selalu berusaha menghindar. Namun, serangkaian kejadian di antara mereka membuat Cal tidak lagi bisa mengabaikannya. Hingga saat keselamatan Zoe mulai terancam, Cal memutuskan untuk memilih jalan yang selama ini dia hindari dan kembali ke sekolah umum agar bisa melindungi Zoe. (Cerita ini merupakan gabungan seluruh Moment trilogy - 1: Moment, 2: Time, dan 3: End)

and i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).