I loved him first, but my sister loved him too. Then a series of tragedy. But no matter how far I run, i can't seem to escape from my own feelings. I love him. I always will.
I loved her the moment I saw her. But I can't be selfish. I have to love someone else to show her that I care. Then something happened. And I lost her. But I never gave up. I knew she would come back. And this time, I'll make her stay, no matter what...
She stopped believing in love, until fate brought her back to the one she never stopped holding onto.
She lost hope in love the day her heart was broken twice by the same person.
From that day she never loved anyone, just short relationships which lasted not more than 3-4 months. She called it protection, she did it to feel less lonely. But to the world it was "Situationship".
But then she met him, he was different. He was gentle, caring, kind and everything that could make her heart beat again. But...she was afraid to fall again. She distanced herself from him.
But what if they meet again, this time tied by family and impossible to ignore. Will she wonder, maybe love was never lost, maybe it was waiting for her to fall again.