❝ Love is Sweet, they said ❞
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"Name?", the female cop asked, noting it down on her computer.
"Hana.... "
The lady office raised her brows and the girl just blinked her eyes, directed to the blank walls of the station.
"Kim Hana"
"Age?"
"20"
The lady looked at her with a pitiful gaze on hearing the number.
"What do you do for a living?", she continued, despite the feeling of a knot in the stomach.
❝ I don't want to live ❞
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"How many?", she asked, her eyes feeling heavy with the tears she is holding in.
"Five", he answered nonchalantly.
"Do I mean anything to you?", she asked with a small hope tinkering in her heart.
".........."
"I wish I didn't meet you", she yelled, dreaded at his stony silence.
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❝ I wish you know you mean the world to me.... ❞
❝ I wish I can hug you tight and wipe your tears ❞
❝ But then, I am the reason to cause them ❞
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Rain blossoms flowers but at the same time can shatter the petals too. He didn't want to be her rain. After all, she is the softest petal.
Little did he know, she just wants him to be her drizzle.
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A cliché, not cliché tale revolving around two people who trusted each other with their hearts, yet received them broke, who dreamt of a together, yet parted in pain, who can't live without each other, yet are ready to die in solitude.
Walk into the book to experience a whirlpool of emotions and drama.
Love ain't always peaches and blossoms, sweetheart. It has the unseen thorns and spines that can give you permanent scars. But then, a question still haunts the gospel truth.
Will the same love be the healer of the bruises it caused?
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Coming So