Ratiocination ♚ Loreki One-Shots

Ratiocination ♚ Loreki One-Shots

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【A Project Loki Fanfiction】 ❝Kahit lubog, layag pa den~ 🚢❞ --- ♚ Ratiocination ➛the process of exact thinking ➛a reasoned train of thought --- ❝Let us share as many insignificant and precious stories as there are stars in the sky. For I'm with you until death do us part.❞ ❝Remember what I told you yesterday? That I trust you? I meant it.❞ ❝Of course, you did.❞ ❝If QED Club were a real person, he would be honored to have you in the team.❞ -✨✨
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A lot of people believe that love is the most omnipotent rival you can come across, as humans are too feeble to prove their solidity against it. I almost concurred--on the verge, to be exact--until I heard about this underrated archenemy, Time. Due to the fact that it is rarely tackled, no one is paying much attention to the repercussions it can cause. You can love a person yet accept the reality that it won't last for infinity. Any minute, wherever you are, whatever's currently occurring on your road, Time will constantly tick, ring, and, worst of all, remind you why it is labeled as the underrated but merciless opponent among the existing ones out there. Where will love take place if, from the very beginning, you knew that Azrael might press the break and park right in front of you? Of course, with the primary aim of taking you with him. This is the story of us. Started before the chicken created a noise, forgotten just like our childhood toys, came back just like the sun producing a golden hour to remind us tomorrow you'll witness its beauty once more, and ended as the wind creating a connection with you even though you never saw its figure, what it looks like, or what its name was. You just felt it to the bone--enough to call it real. Despite it didn't touch the commencement of perpetuity. The days were worthwhile. Feisty Annalei Madrigal: The Body of Bravery

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