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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To say Dr. Engfa Waraha loved order would be an understatement. She lived by routines-early morning runs, black coffee at 6:30 sharp, hospital rounds at 7:00, and silence by 9:00 p.m. She liked things clean, controlled, and quiet. Life as a surgeon demanded discipline, and she didn't just wear that title in the hospital-it was stitched into her soul. Everything in her life was precise, predictable, and preferably not pink. Then came Charlotte Austin. A wedding planner with a chaotic schedule, a colorful wardrobe, and a voice that always carried laughter, even in the middle of a storm. Charlotte was sunshine in human form-bright, disorganized, and constantly leaving a trail of glitter and half-drunk lattes behind her. She cried at every wedding, sang while she worked, and believed that love was life's greatest adventure. Their paths should've never crossed. But fate, or rather a very unfortunate (or blessed) apartment mix-up, had other plans. Now, thanks to a double-booked lease, they were stuck sharing a charming little townhouse in the heart of the city. Just until things got sorted, of course. Just for a few weeks. Engfa swore she could survive anything for a few weeks. But as mornings filled with Charlotte's humming, late nights turned into long talks, and the scent of peonies replaced the sterile sting of antiseptic... the doctor started to question whether order really meant peace. And Charlotte? She began to wonder if maybe the universe had brought her not just a roommate, but someone worth falling for. FULLY FANFICTION ENGFA WARAHA & CHARLOTTE AUSTIN

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