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  • CROSSING THE SEVEN RIVERS TO YOU by ammyble
    ammyble
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    A love against all odds
  • A Bar Called Limerence by sassysofiawp
    sassysofiawp
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    A series of accidental run-ins slowly leads to romance. AKA Moonbin works at a bar and he keeps running into a scrawny college kid that won't leave his thoughts at night. MOONBIN X SANHA
  • This Is The End by unknown_0107
    unknown_0107
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    Prologue People often say that the end is just another beginning But for her, the end was a quiet surrender one that began long before anyone noticed. It started in the silence between shouts at home, in the cracks beneath her smiles, and in the weight of love she never thought she deserved. She loved him truly, madly, in a way that made the world seem bearable. In his eyes, she found something she never found in herself: worth. But life had a cruel sense of irony. Just when she thought she could finally breathe, the walls closed in again. This isn't a story of happy endings. It's a story of broken beginnings, of a girl who gave everything and a boy who loved her too much to hold on. It's about choices made in pain, love lost in the noise of survival, and a goodbye that never got spoken aloud. This is her story
  • My Write Life 2020 by KZcrUzZsh
    KZcrUzZsh
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    More like a diary. Ito ay naglalaman ng mga pangyayari sa buhay ni Chesna Sabine Grey buwan-buwan. Hope you'll like it BEBEIES <3<3
  • Everyone Knew But Us: My First, His Last by mvjasp
    mvjasp
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    He was reckless - smoking, drinking, breaking hearts just to feel something. I was calm. Guarded. Still learning how to breathe after loving the wrong person. We weren't supposed to mean anything to each other. But then he started to change - not because I asked him to. He just did. Everyone saw it. Everyone knew. Except us. His last tattoo was my first. And now, all I have left is the version of him that only I got to see.