03.29.xx

03.29.xx

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The way I figure it, moments were gone even before they were treasured. At least that's what I think it was. People tend to focus for the future hence they forgot the things happening today. How fleeting each and every moments were, I can only imagine. I'm Cusear Polcov, people call me Cus that sounds more like Cuz. I am 17 years old and I live in Breather Hills currently enrolled in Breather Hills High School; a place full of dramas filled by psychotic bitch who dance like the devil behind lady gaga's videos and little punkshit jocks with literal dicks for their head. And then there's me, your typical school guy who's hobby is bitching around wearing literal bitch face while conspiring a better world for people like me. If you are reading this I might be dead. I might be the moment gone before I was treasured. A fleeting moment never to be seen again. And that should the story goes, right?
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Sometimes, love doesn't arrive loudly. It comes quietly-disguised as a stranger. He wasn't supposed to matter. But somehow, he became her routine, her prayers, her future. They built dreams, shared moments, and believed in a once upon a time that felt unbreakable-until one day, everything stopped. Now she's left with memories she doesn't know how to let go of, and a story that never reached its happily ever after. This is a story about unexpected love, unfinished endings, and the kind of connection that stays-even when the person doesn't. I will never stop chasing you. * * * This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.

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