My Dear August (Behind The Month #4)

My Dear August (Behind The Month #4)

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Jane Lesley Rivera, the one whom you can call 'sweet but feisty'. Her life was never perfect, so is she. But at least, she runs it in the way that she wants to, and no one can control her. Having a job, a colorful sex life, and K-Pop on the side... that's basically her life. Someone then came, probably an angel who was on the other hand, living the last years of his life. Gabriel Primo Inosencio, an angel, she thought, and was about to enter the gate of heaven again. A sick young man, a 'wild' and fun-filled woman, together for a strange but good partnership. He didn't wanna die lonely, and she wanted to be happy. But one thing escalated to another, amidst how tough the self-control was. One was brave to admit, the other was torn... and was questioning things. Would you fall for someone who'll eventually leave you? They say... he'll die soon... or... would he? Behind The Month #4
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"Sometimes I wonder, in this vast world of billions, is there truly someone meant for me? Or am I destined to be one of the unlucky ones, growing old alone?" I let out a bitter laugh. I watched her, her fingers gently tracing the lines of her sketchpad. It felt like only yesterday I met her, but her quiet presence resonated with a familiarity that felt almost ancient. Was it possible that our souls had known each other for lifetimes? I knew I shouldn't be staring, knew my feelings were wrong, misplaced in this situation, but I couldn't stop the thought from blooming in my mind. If there was someone meant for her, someone destined to share her life, I couldn't help but wish that person was me.

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