Jhianne Stories

; In the bustling city of contrasts, she stood out like a monochrome painting in a gallery of vibrant colors. Her icy demeanor and enigmatic aura kept most at bay, but fate had other plans when she crossed paths with him - a man whose warmth radiated like a summer sun in her perpetual winter. He was the embodiment of everything she was not - outgoing, optimistic, and unafraid to break through her walls. His laughter was a melody that thawed the frost around her heart, bringing color to her otherwise grayscale world. As their hearts intertwined in a dance of opposites, they found solace in each other's differences. Love bloomed in the most unexpected of places, proving that sometimes the most unlikely pairs make the most beautiful stories. However, as their love deepened, their contrasting personalities started to clash. Her need for solitude clashed with his desire for constant companionship, leading to misunderstandings and arguments that threatened to tear them apart. In the midst of their turmoil, they both realized that love wasn't just about the differences, but about understanding and compromise. Together, they learned that love transcends all boundaries, even those of personality, and that with patience and communication, they could weather any storm that came their way.

_We were almost a story. ...to the moon and never back. 'What a plot twist you were. i believe... "Souls don't meet by accident ." Let's meet again, for the first time. "Until The Next Forever" -The woman who thought that she already has everything in the world, lost everything after a phone call. She suffer a lot and face a lot of struggles everyday; Or if you would say... every hour and almost every minute after a year of being mentally ill. Going on with her life, another plot twist suddenly decided to come that makes everything in the world so ... confusing. Is it a good or a bad thing? Will it help her or ruin her? Is it a destroyer or a healer? Is it a probability for her to go back to normal? Or... To just smashed every only little pieces chance left she have, and turn it into nothing but 'dust.