Nostalgia; Our secret Yesterday [COMPLETE]

Nostalgia; Our secret Yesterday [COMPLETE]

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Nostalgia; pleasure and sadness that is caused by remembering something from the past and wishing that you could experience it again. that's what I feel right now, I wake up, knowing you weren't here anymore. we had a The most Memorable Yesterday, no one knows about how we loved each other, deeply, deeper then the ocean... No one knew How We Spend Day and Night-almost Everyday, with Each other. Laughing, talking, Sleeping and Even eating... Our story Ended and the only witnessed , was Luna, and Sol. the light of our night and still when it's dark. you never said goodbye, and I guess you didn't tell me directly... And I would bet the whole worl just to see you again... story is for fun and fun only.
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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