This story is to be published soon.

I always have an unexplainable fascination with my grandmother's particular story. It was as if meant, only for me. Like it holds a part of my existence. I was then young and naive, so clueless of the world, but I seem to remember, to believe and to.... understand. "You're a part of me. W-without you, I feel incomplete. Please do something about this, Fire." he blurted out as he stared lovingly at me. - Saffhire Miracle

If interlocking puzzle pieces makes up a whole different image, then there are pieces who can stand alone too. This isn't a novel but a mere compilation of the author's one shot stories.

It was once my favorite scenery until he painted it with awful colors. "Tell me. How could I ever look up to it again like how I used to?!" "I'll make sure you remember nothing but me... when you look up to it again. Trust me, baby... I'll make sure of that," he whispered tenderly as he leaned closer. His lips fondled mine and I was immediately so lost into a rapturous pleasure. And the sun who kisses the horizon, witnessed it all.

It's a secret I won't tell unless you weep blood.