"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

"Kyungsoo is stuck in the hours while Jongin begs the seconds, because time stops for someone who can't remember and runs from someone who can't miss the last train home." -----This is a repost and not my work- I do not claim this to be my original work and have no intention of offending anyone by reposting here. If the author asks me to take this down then I will do so promptly----- The original author deleted their wattpad account so this fic is no longer accessible on wattpad... As it is the fic that gives me the most inspiration (even after all these years) I feel like people should still have the option to enjoy such a masterpiece like this... please support the original author (changdictator on livejournal)

Twelve nights of how difficult love can be--or eleven, if Mei and Wen find the courage to pursue it to the end.

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"the world didn't get worse. your eyes just got wider."

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Ever since she was young she dreamed in becoming a singer, one that could express her feelings through music. Fast forward, with her 35 years of age, Luna sees herself at the end of her career, with no friends, no family and lost inside herself. All because of that man, and the stupid contract. Married to a man who didn't love her back, singing meaningless songs for a living, with all the stress of an ending career and realizing she spent her miserable life trying to be someone else. She decides it's time for her to move on. Staring at the sky she steps forward, her body falling towards the concrete meanwhile her soul returns to her 24 year old naive self. And, in this lifetime, she promises never to let herself be stepped at by any stupid man.

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".