He was the reigning Olympic gold medalist. I was a girl from the islands of the Philippines. His English was broken but I was trilingual in Tagalog, English, and Japanese. I knew nothing of his world and he didn't know mine either. But I guess that's what drew us together. I guess that's what made us whole. Together. ...
verisimilitude: [ver-uh-si-mil-i-tood, -tyood] noun the appearance or semblance of truth; likelihood; probability something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth. it's all a lie. but it has verisimilitude. so you believe. you know me, and i know you. but do you really know me?
Yuzuru Hanyu settles into Toronto and meets an interesting neighbour. She's mysterious, and nobody knows much about her. But when they meet at the rink, he knows that they are destined to meet.
One of my earlier series! A 10-chapter story with a bit of fluff and I'm supposed to write a side story series for this but OAAP's taking up all of my time so it'll take a while lol. tbh i still like this series hehe :3 i guess i'm kinda attached to it since it was the first multichaptered fic I wrote. ^^
Who really believes in magic? Genies, fairy god parents-they're not true at all. Until you see them for yourself.
"I found her and lost her. I just wanted her back. Is that too much to ask for?"
Emerson Cole has been facing white walls too many times for a normal teenager's life. In and out, the walls never change. They're always dull and white. On bad days, they're dark and gloomy. But this funny looking Asian joins her one day, and he brings colour to these walls.
Collection of little stories I write when I'm bored (or when I have writer's block). Contains fluff, crack pairings, and a ton of grammatical mistakes. Read at your own risk. Likes + Comments are appreciated! Message me any requests? Thanks for reading!
Meeting Yuzuru was never part of my plan when I was moving back to Toronto. Neither was becoming his landlord or assistant. I don't think falling in love with him was either.
