I've seen many things, watched them unfold, and their results.
I've seen history made by mankind. History coated in blood.
I've seen many deaths. Young, old, peaceful, gruesome, all kinds of death.
I've seen all pain they've been through before taking their last breath.
I've seen so much because I was there. I was there to get the souls of the dead.
Humans made stories about me, about how I appear when someone dies. They say I am death, a bad omen, bad luck, and their nightmare.
But I, I am the gatherer of souls. I guide them to their destination. I bring them to Him.
I have no name.
But they call me the Grim Reaper.
Georgina is homeless and broke, and her ex-boyfriend came to her rescue by letting her temporarily stay in his house. But with the two of them living together, how big is the chance that their old flame will be rekindled?
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After being thrown out of her apartment, Georgina has nowhere else to go. Her dwindling options lead her to call Dwight, her ex-boyfriend, to ask for his help even if it is against her will. She promises him that the set-up is temporary, but fate has got other plans. Living with him makes her reminisce not only the unpleasant circumstances that once broke them apart but also the love they once felt. Will their old flame be rekindled, or is their story bound to end up with a second heartbreak?
DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish
Cover Design by Louise De Ramos
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