"You're the blaze that I'm willing to touch and let myself get burnt." _____ Octavia Raileigh Quinsley is a woman of absolute perfection who wouldn't dare to encompass herself in a world full of radiant hues, and would rather cage herself in her own fortress to hide from her iniquitous monsters. Reserved and complacent, yet being brutally tortured by endless emptiness, tormenting frustrations, and unknown confusions that seem to be haunting her after a traumatic occurence in her life. Everything is going placidly, not until she crossed paths with a girl full of perplexing complexities who stares at her with a familiar emotion that undoubtedly exhibits what she's been trying to conceal herself from; the aesthetics of the world. Utterly incognizant of what happened, she found herself touching a tranquil darkness clad in an ensorcelling light, but can't help herself but to be continuously drawn closer, despite her soul being set ablaze.

WARNING: pakyu sa homophobics. This is a lesbian/girltogirl story. Maybe we will meet again Next time, there is a new moon I will be walking around In the pouring rain We will meet again under the perfect sky We will meet again in the right place We will meet again at the right time Love will burn again. Maybe we need that Second Chance Not because we have to make things right Second chances are given because We need to prove that We can be better after Fall. I hope you'll open a door for this once in a lifetime of second chance Maybe this time we'll meet again, We will love again. Maybe this time, We will last a lifetime. I hope the doors are still open for me, Sydney. I want to try again.