Frappe (Coffee is like Love)
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  • LECTURAS 6,969
  • Votos 104
  • Partes 28
Concluida, Has publicado may 18, 2012
Frappe is about a guy who lost his love for his girlfriend and finds a new love with a Korean girl. It's when the ex gets in their way and re-affirming the guy’s feelings over and over again. It's about discovering his real happiness and standing for it. It's about the comparison of love with a cup of Frappe. Sipping and analyzing the ingredients that make up a perfect cup of love.

 
Frappe is a story with a seething combination of drama, action, suspense, romance and comedy.

 
Frappe is about accepting over denying, fighting over giving in. Frappe is about making a right and fair decision over the complex matter called love.

 
Frappe is about friendship. Frappe is about dreams. Frappe is about the worth of waiting.
 

Frappe is about love.
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They always said her life was peaceful and perfect. And maybe it was. She had her books, her coffee, her quiet mornings spent in chalk-dusted classrooms and evenings wrapped in folded lesson plans. She was the type of woman who smiled at sunrise, who believed every question had an answer, and who never left a sentence unfinished-not in her essays, and not in life. But what they didn't know was that peace, no matter how perfect, had its limits. She had a strange way of finding broken things-or maybe they always found her first. Her exes? All fractured in one way or another. The shattered. The scarred. The men who spoke in metaphors and lived in metaphysical chaos. She found pieces of herself in their wreckage- Or maybe, she was always just trying to save what no one else dared to touch. People said she talked like a therapist, thought like a scholar, and loved someone who believed healing was inevitable. But even the brightest minds grow tired of holding hearts that never learned how to beat on their own. Then he appeared in the scene, Jeremiah Elroi Zapanta. A stranger from the online world-quiet, unreadable, and so beautifully ruined. He wasn't like the others. He didn't ask to be understood. He didn't try to impress her. He was just... there. Unfiltered. Distant. Functioning. Failing. Surviving. He told her he was fine. He smiled with sadness that screamed louder than most people's anger. And she, with all her structure and softness, should've walked away. But she didn't. He was a scar that never healed. And she... she leaned in anyway. Because sometimes, the heart doesn't fall in love with light. Sometimes, it falls in love with the thunder. "What happens when a woman who heals everyone meets a man who no longer believes he's worth saving-will love be enough, or will one of them drown before the storm ever sleeps?" NO TO PLAGIARISM!!!!!
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◇DONE◇ "Old ways won't open new doors." - ochlophobia- sᴜᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇʀᴀs ᴋᴇᴘᴀʟᴀ ᴅᴀɴ ᴅɪɴɢɪɴ,ʙᴜᴋᴀɴʟᴀʜ ᴄɪʀɪ sᴜᴀᴍɪ ɪᴅᴀᴍᴀɴ ᴀɪsʏᴀ ᴀǫᴇᴇʟᴀ. ᴛᴇᴛᴀᴘɪ ᴅɪsᴇʙᴀʙᴋᴀɴ ᴛᴇʀᴘᴀᴋsᴀ,ʜᴀʀᴜsʟᴀʜ ᴅɪᴀ ᴛᴇʀɪᴍᴀ ɴᴀsɪʙɴʏᴀ ɪᴛᴜ. sᴇᴛɪᴀᴘ ʜᴀʀɪ ᴋᴀᴛᴀ-ᴋᴀᴛᴀ ʏᴀɴɢ ᴍᴇʀᴇɴᴅᴀʜᴋᴀɴ ᴀɪsʏᴀ ᴀǫᴇᴇʟᴀ ᴅɪʟᴏɴᴛᴀʀᴋᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛᴜᴋ ᴛᴜᴊᴜᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴʏᴀᴋɪᴛᴋᴀɴ ʜᴀᴛɪ. ᴛᴇᴛᴀᴘɪ ɢᴀᴅɪs ɪɴɪ ᴛɪᴅᴀᴋ ᴍᴇɴɢᴀʟᴀʜ. ᴘᴀsᴛɪ ᴀᴅᴀ ᴊᴀʟᴀɴ ᴘᴇɴʏᴇʟᴇsᴀɪᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛᴜᴋ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴜᴀᴛᴋᴀɴ ʜᴀᴛɪ ʟᴇʟᴀᴋɪ ʏᴀɴɢ ʙᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴀ ᴀɪᴅᴀɴ ʀᴀғᴀᴇʟ ɪɴɪ ᴊᴀᴛᴜʜ ᴋᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢᴀɴɴʏᴀ. ᴅᴜɢᴀᴀɴ ᴛɪʙᴀ ᴛᴀᴛᴋᴀʟᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴄɪɴᴛᴀɪ ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴀ sᴀᴛᴜ sᴀᴍᴀ ʟᴀɪɴ. ʜᴀᴛɪɴʏᴀ ʙᴀɢᴀɪ ᴅɪᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɪɴᴋᴀɴ ᴅᴀɴ ɪᴀɴʏᴀ ʙᴇʀᴋᴇᴄᴀɪ ᴛᴀᴛᴋᴀʟᴀ sᴜᴀᴍɪɴʏᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴɪɴɢɢᴀʟᴋᴀɴɴʏᴀ. ᴛᴇᴛᴀᴘɪ ʜᴀᴛɪɴʏᴀ ᴛᴇʀᴜs ᴍᴇɴɢᴀᴛᴀᴋᴀɴ ʏᴀɴɢ ᴅɪᴀ ʜᴀʀᴜs ᴋᴜᴀᴛ. ᴅᴏʀᴏɴɢᴀɴ ᴅᴀʀɪ ᴋᴇʟᴜᴀʀɢᴀ ᴅᴀɴ ʀᴀᴋᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴᴊᴀᴅɪ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜᴀᴛɴʏᴀ. ᴘᴀɴᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴ sᴜᴀᴍɪɴʏᴀ sᴀʜᴀᴊᴀ ᴍᴀᴍᴘᴜ ᴍᴇʟᴇᴍᴀʜᴋᴀɴɴʏᴀ. ᴍᴀᴍᴘᴜᴋᴀʜ ᴅɪᴀ ᴍᴇʟᴀᴡᴀɴ sᴇᴍᴜᴀ ɪᴛᴜ? ᴀᴅᴀᴋᴀʜ ʜᴀᴛɪɴʏᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴀʟ ᴅɪᴜʙᴀᴛɪ sᴇᴍᴜʟᴀ? ᴄᴇʀɪᴛᴀ ɪɴɪ ʜᴀɴʏᴀʟᴀʜ ʀᴇᴋᴀᴀɴ sᴇᴍᴀᴛᴀ-ᴍᴀᴛᴀ. ᴛɪᴀᴅᴀ ᴋᴀɪᴛᴀɴ ᴅᴇɴɢᴀɴ ʏᴀɴɢ ʜɪᴅᴜᴘ ᴍᴀʜᴜᴘᴜɴ ʏᴀ
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Until the Storm Slept

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They always said her life was peaceful and perfect. And maybe it was. She had her books, her coffee, her quiet mornings spent in chalk-dusted classrooms and evenings wrapped in folded lesson plans. She was the type of woman who smiled at sunrise, who believed every question had an answer, and who never left a sentence unfinished-not in her essays, and not in life. But what they didn't know was that peace, no matter how perfect, had its limits. She had a strange way of finding broken things-or maybe they always found her first. Her exes? All fractured in one way or another. The shattered. The scarred. The men who spoke in metaphors and lived in metaphysical chaos. She found pieces of herself in their wreckage- Or maybe, she was always just trying to save what no one else dared to touch. People said she talked like a therapist, thought like a scholar, and loved someone who believed healing was inevitable. But even the brightest minds grow tired of holding hearts that never learned how to beat on their own. Then he appeared in the scene, Jeremiah Elroi Zapanta. A stranger from the online world-quiet, unreadable, and so beautifully ruined. He wasn't like the others. He didn't ask to be understood. He didn't try to impress her. He was just... there. Unfiltered. Distant. Functioning. Failing. Surviving. He told her he was fine. He smiled with sadness that screamed louder than most people's anger. And she, with all her structure and softness, should've walked away. But she didn't. He was a scar that never healed. And she... she leaned in anyway. Because sometimes, the heart doesn't fall in love with light. Sometimes, it falls in love with the thunder. "What happens when a woman who heals everyone meets a man who no longer believes he's worth saving-will love be enough, or will one of them drown before the storm ever sleeps?" NO TO PLAGIARISM!!!!!