My Lighthouse (ENGLOT)

My Lighthouse (ENGLOT)

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A lighthouse standing on the edge of the cliff of Cape Krathing of Phuket. It was one of the only lighthouses in the country that is still manned. Lonely it stands on the end of Thailand. It is a grand structure, but tiny compared to the boundless ocean it faces. Almost like a drop of water in the middle of a desert, small and scarce, yet crucial and vital for the vessels travelling through the waves. It was a light. A sign of land. A sign of home. Nam Thang. Beacon. Exactly how it operated, the name was the same - direct and straightforward. "Just fall... I'll catch you... please let me.."
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She's the type who walks into a room and silences it with a glare-CEO, perfectionist, easily angered and impossible to impress. Life, for her, is a checklist of wins and control. Then she met her. Soft-spoken, unfailingly kind, and stubborn in the gentlest way. A quiet force of nature with a smile that disarms, and a secret buried deep in her skull-an aneurysm that could rupture at any moment. They were opposites. One ran from vulnerability. The other lived with its shadow every day. What began as a clash of personalities slowly unraveled into late-night confessions, stolen glances, and love that neither of them saw coming. But with time quite literally ticking inside her head, every shared moment is a fight-not just against fear, but for something worth staying alive for.

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