That Time
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Memories... They're kinda dangerous for someone who left that previous world of his somewhere where he shouldn't reach it. That's the case of a guy named Lucas...
...striving to live after she left, the remnants of her are still unclear and sort of erased to his own consciousness. Now, with the people beside him, he continued to live in a world full of lies. A world full of mischief and treacherous beings and he is forced to bare with it...
...But still, somewhere in his heart, or maybe his mind, there was still that feeling where he himself was longing to know, wanting to remember something that he shouldn't try to replenish. And yes, I guess...
It's that time.
(A/N: Sorry po sa pagpapalit ng title at cover. Actually di ko din po gustong gawin ito pero mayroon din po kasing nagsasabi na generic na daw po and name ng story na ito kaya sinubukan kong mag-isip ng name na hindi gaanong ka-common. Same plot, same characters, and same story pa din naman po. Actually, mas relevant pa nga po itong title na ito eh hehehe. Ayun lang po. Please continue to read and support She's Mine/ That Time. Promise po, I'll try my best to update and continue this story. Thanks po.)
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