A Walk in the Rain
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Featured by @Romance .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror. "They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers. "But they don't have the fragrance." He politely challenged her. He was a soldier. Chivalrous was his middle name. "These paper flowers, they stay with you for as long as you want. You don't really have to throw them away like people discard the real ones. They pluck them for the fragrance and colors. But once that fades, they throw it away." She said, finally looking up at him. "Not everyone!" He added almost immediately, taking one more step forward. It could be his height or his longer stride, or maybe the room was too small as it only took him two steps to reach her. "Yeah! Of course! Exceptions are there, like poets and people in love." She walked in a different direction, putting those flowers on the table. He rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh. She was a teacher. Arguing with her was as futile as making a sand castle on a seashore. "You know, gone is the era when people used to preserve the flowers of their loved ones. We don't have people like that anymore!" She said as she faced him. "We don't have that kind of love anymore." He said looking straight into her eyes. She held his gaze through the mirror for a while, trying to read through him. "I agree." Murmuring under her breath, she turned around. Taking a deep breath, watching her retreating figure, he brought out his favorite poetry book from the shelf. After he was sure she was not looking, he ruffled through the pages till he found a dried Hibiscus. The very same one which had fallen from her bag when he first saw her. With a small smile, he cautiously caressed the petals. He closed the book with a fond sigh and found her looking at him. She couldn't hold his gaze for long and looked down, crimson covering her cheeks. He shook his head with a chuckle.Complete
Brewed For Two
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Stocking Up On Love
I push the door open when I hear Ethan ask, "Wait, Red, can we talk?" "I like you," I murmur quietly and quickly. "What?" He asks, confused. "That's all, bye!..." I say, bolting out of the cafe. Before the door closes, I hear him shout, "Scarlett, wait!" <~~~~~~~~~~> ~Published on September 16, 2018~ ~Completed on December 31, 2018~Complete
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The Boy She Left Behind ✓
"Hey! You dropped your wallet in - " Emma's words die in her mouth as she glances down upon a picture tucked in the wallet. A picture of her and the blue-eyed stranger to be exact - one in which he's kissing her cheek as she lovingly gazes at the camera. Shocked to her core, and frankly terrified as well, she looks up to see the same stranger intently staring at her. "Emma," he breathes cautiously, "I can explain." Fate is a twisted yet beautiful thing. If two people are meant to be together, no force on earth or heavens can ever tear them apart. So it is decided that at the end of the day, the boy she left behind will catch up and sweep her off her feet. Even when Emma fails to recognise him. ~~~~~~~~~~ Highest ratings: No. 01 - Short story - 03/October/2019 No. 02 - Short story - 04/October/2019 ~~~~~~~~~~ Story was completed on the 7th of September' 2016, but it's unedited so read at your own risk.Complete
Am I his?
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Antonio's Girl
Let me go, I have to get back to school. I said feeling scared as he was touching my hair and smelling me. I'll see you soon baby girl, very soon he whispered in my ear, letting me go, I ran back to school on time for my second class. where were you. Raven asked I was looking for you after math class I went to a cafe, that all I told her and focused on the lesson.Complete
Featured by @Romance .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror. "They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers. "But they don't have the fragrance." He politely challenged her. He was a soldier. Chivalrous was his middle name. "These paper flowers, they stay with you for as long as you want. You don't really have to throw them away like people discard the real ones. They pluck them for the fragrance and colors. But once that fades, they throw it away." She said, finally looking up at him. "Not everyone!" He added almost immediately, taking one more step forward. It could be his height or his longer stride, or maybe the room was too small as it only took him two steps to reach her. "Yeah! Of course! Exceptions are there, like poets and people in love." She walked in a different direction, putting those flowers on the table. He rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh. She was a teacher. Arguing with her was as futile as making a sand castle on a seashore. "You know, gone is the era when people used to preserve the flowers of their loved ones. We don't have people like that anymore!" She said as she faced him. "We don't have that kind of love anymore." He said looking straight into her eyes. She held his gaze through the mirror for a while, trying to read through him. "I agree." Murmuring under her breath, she turned around. Taking a deep breath, watching her retreating figure, he brought out his favorite poetry book from the shelf. After he was sure she was not looking, he ruffled through the pages till he found a dried Hibiscus. The very same one which had fallen from her bag when he first saw her. With a small smile, he cautiously caressed the petals. He closed the book with a fond sigh and found her looking at him. She couldn't hold his gaze for long and looked down, crimson covering her cheeks. He shook his head with a chuckle.
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