Our Rainy Days

"Brie... I'm sorry. You're a great person and all, but I just don't-" "Stop," Brie said, a slight quiver to her voice. "Write it down. I'd rather read it than hear the person I love break my heart. If you're going to hurt me, write me a letter. At least then, you wouldn't get to see me cry." - A story told through and between fifteen letters, and though individually different, they pretty much hurt the same.

R18+ You gave me a reason to live until you didn't so now i'm ready to go. 🔞Warning sign for mature scenes🔞 **Disclaimer:** This is a work of fan fiction. NOT a real story. DOES NOT PORTRAY THE REAL CHARACTERISTICS OF SB19. All characters, settings, and original plot lines are fictional and are only based on the writer's imagination. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and is not for profit. **Warning:** This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and themes intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed only if you are comfortable with adult content and meet the age requirement. This story is written in TagLish or a mix of Tagalog and English.

"Why's everyone starting to Ignore me?.... " •Another Story that I wanted to tell to all of you CH readers• Philip said to himself while he was in deep like sleep, it was so cold like there was no warmness that he can't feel. *FINISHED! COMPLETED CHAPTER! *

"Why are you angry?" I asked him. "It's not like we're a couple." He stopped, and stared at me, boring my eyes with his emerald eyes. "If we are..." He paused, clenching his jaw, "then am I allowed to be angry?" I looked at him like he was insane. "Then we'll take it to that level." He continued. "I'm serious. I want you." Leizel Snow Garcia Waterstrings is not just fierce. She's more than that. Ending up as an ice cream worker in a local ice cream shop, it was her one step of becoming a strong and independent woman. And that's when a cold-hearted stranger came in view. Eion Aurelio Hudson. Out of seven billion people in the world, the two hard-headed people crossed paths, making her "strong and independent woman" facade slowly fall apart. With all the dramas, free food, forgotten birthdays, Robot handling, idiots around, and emotional crisis, will she be able to melt his winter heart with her blazing fire or will this fire be put away instantly? ''' ➖➖➖➖➖ One Blazing Head. One Winter Heart. Two Hard-headed people. A huge disaster. ***Cliche but with a twist***Not your typical story(I promise)** ➖➖➖➖➖ Book 1 of Heart Series # 194 in Teen Fiction #3 in Philippines #19 in projectbadassgirls #1 in firstpersonpointofview Copyright© 2018 by marshmallowssprinkle All rights reserved. Past editor: Shrutiluvbooks and sleepygrey

A lot of people say that a childhood sweetheart is a normal process of growing up. Each one of us here in this world has once or twice experienced this kind of feeling. Well, what I'm about to share is something extraordinary. I met her when I was only eight-years-old, she had this beautiful hair with a tinge of sunlight that flows like a silk. Her eyes were like emeralds, and her lips, red as an apple. She had a fair complexion with light freckles on her cheeks. I saw her during the summer. It was a bright and beautiful sunny day by the lake. The trees were still full of rich green leaves and there were little dandelion flowers all over the grass field and there she was, sitting by the rock. I introduced myself, but the only problem was, she couldn't speak. So, she wrote her name in the dirt. She was about a year younger than me. I told her about mine. By the way, I'm Phillip and this is how I found my childhood sweetheart, my very first true love, Anaka.

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

This is a way to document how I felt every month we were together, holding onto the moments that meant the most. I will cherish every memory we made, no matter what happens. I don't know how to move on from it. One day we'll be together again, if it's God's plan. It's been weeks since the break, and I'm still writing about you.

Tossing and turning over the mattress, My breath heavily and barely dispersed. The vedios in my mind played all night, Of you, me, us, and just us. Everything about you, Deserves to be written in poetry. For it's my confession of my fondness, That may never be your priority. You make me witness heaven, Even when I'm fighting devils inside me. The halo of your existence, Is more than that of any cherub's sheen. Some conversations left unspoken, Might stay like this till eternity. Some confessions left forbidden, Might always be hidden. A spark of a moon called, 'you', Is enough to light up my world. Allow me to draw a lilac light, Of deep affection that'll never be blurred. How are you so flawless in my eyes? Shouldn't you be same as others? Why this heart gave you an exceptional place, And adores you much more than you see in words. Becoming my home, rose, and religion, In me, you rose a happier version And how, suddenly all the love songs are about you? Tell me, have I fallen or it's just attraction? Well, 'just attraction' is what they say, If yes, then damn, this attraction is so hard, That I mention you whenever I pray, And I can't even explain why I adore you, more and more, day by day. Darling, I'm getting impatient, Nonetheless, I have faith, In what's written in the stars. And as long as it's you, I'm ready to bear the worst scars ~ The Sunshine Secretary