The Rain Of August

The Rain Of August

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[WARNING: R18] Kei Lichauco finds solace in painting. She notices every shades of color and tiny details of everything. Like her life, every detail is beautiful. She is passionate with painting but everyone around her is not happy about it. They see her as 'failure' because she is unemployed and single. She is happy and contented with her life until she got a call from her mom asking her for a marriage proposal from a Chinese family. Kei doesn't want it because she can live by herself without depending on someone. But her pride fell apart upon hearing the name of the man she was arrange of. It was August Romualdez. Her first love. She agreed on their marriage without a second thought. Because she loves him. Dearly. She didn't know that loving him was like loving the rain. Unpredictable, cold and drowning.
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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