How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words?
Lian could speak.
Harold couldn’t.
Silence should speak for itself and let those words be heard.
*Warning: swearings, usage of the words such as slut, whore, bitch etc. And maybe not you're typical romance story. Age gaps. Inappropriate actions.
Just be warned. If you're looking for just fluff and natural flow of lovestory, you do not belong here :) LUMAYAS NA xD Hahahahha
Letters of Past Summer Nights (Old Summer Trilogy #2)
20 Kapitel Laufend
20 Kapitel
Laufend
OLD SUMMER TRILOGY #2
Being the niece of the volleyball team's coach, Alia is hired to design the uniforms of the players. Seven, who has had a crush on her since the first time he saw her on the campus, feels shy and awkward whenever her presence is there. What more if one summer, the whole team will have to train in the coach's province near the ocean, where Alia is also having her vacation?
Every night, since Alia cannot go to the house where the team is staying, the two would just write silly letters to each other and put them in a bottle, then hang the bottle in its usual spot.