This is the tragic story of how love isn't eternal and how the imposter has only their best interest in mind.
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I have the itch to create. Turning to my desk, the tea cup grabs my eye. I toss the tea back; it strikes my tongue, and it's cold, ice cold. I don't care, for all is going to be worth it someday soon. Well, at least, that's what all the angel numbers keep telling me. I need to focus, but my head is buzzing. It's constantly buzzing. The compulsion to sleep, shower, eat, do work, straightforward tasks compelling me. I need to focus, but why? I don't even expect this boy like me. Why do I give him my undivided consideration? Oh, well, maybe it's because we offer each other our attention. Maybe, just maybe, he is falling in love with me as well. Probably not.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.