Our Rainy Days

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

❝That's the thing about scars: they ought to be burned in the sun.❞ || a shoebox of letters and a slice of dead sunlight ||

Warning: This story contains mature themes, strong language & foul words! R-18! SPG content ahead! Reader discretion is advised! Completed!

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.

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?

(NOT COMPLETED)(EDITING) ,, Kiss me until your pain is mine ,, he whispered ,, I fear you might drown if I try. ,, ,, I would drown in oceans for you, if it means you'd get the last breath ,, ,, I thought you hated me. ,, ,, I never did. ,, Cover by my bestie @marauders-lupin Fictional Characters created by me in their collages BUT I FOUND ALL THE PICTURES ON THE INTERNET, THESE ARE NOT MY PHOTOS!!! (This book could be more of a deep romance than drugs and mafia, we'll see. It includes mentall illness and tw's. People say I can write very deep, so if you don't like deep stuff then you shouldn't read this book) *also check out my first book "When you're broken"* ENJOYYYY BABESSS

I was awakened by a buzz, but I don't want to get up, instead I lay still on my bed and about to dream again when I heard a THUD, I flinched at the sound. It's Saturday so I'm not expecting anyone at this early in the morning. I'm not a morning person, I am now annoyed to whoever it is. "Coming!" I yelled and started walking which took me sometime because I literally took my time, don't blame me I'm still sleepy, I opened the door to see a very beautiful woman, she has long wavy hair, thick eyelashes and pink pout lips and lastly... a body to die for. I frowned when I realized a high-school student? I can say because she's wearing a uniform. What is a beautiful high-school girl doing here knocking at my door? I asked mentally. I was about to ask her when she suddenly slipped inside my condo and sit on the couch cozily, I crossed my arms and face her still frowning. "Miss what are you doing here? What do you need?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that can make men drool, but I'm not because I'm still annoyed. "I am your girlfriend" she said sweetly, my eyes widened in shock, I know I'm drunk last night but I don't remember having a girlfriend. I was about to say something when she stood up and face me leaning so much closer that were inches apart. "You wished for me, last night on the internet" oh crap! Now I remember! I was browsing the net when a certain ad captures my attention. "But I wished for a BOYFRIEND! Not a Girlfriend!!?" How do you handle a situation where there's NO REFUND and NO EXCHANGE? Copyright © 2014-2022. Manila, Philippines. All rights reserved.

"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.