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Duskfall

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Parts 35

Reads 984
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Parts 35

amnesia drama memory memoryloss romance

Even the dusk will fall.

Solana woke up after a short comatose. And as cliche it goes, she has no memories. Everything is settling in, when a bomb was thrown at her: she's getting married. Thankfully, she's engaged to a man who she is definitely attracted to. They get along and everything is fine, until it isn't. The canvas she's painting she once thought was beautiful, became chaotic as everything turns to what she was not expecting.


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The cover is not mine.
Taglish.
Foreign language used is autotranslated so it might not be accurate. Read at your own risk.
there might be words not suited for minors.All Rights Reserved

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Loving The Wind by qrlita

Blocking that certain memory, Zia tried to live her life normally. She's living for now and tomorrow, forgetting yesterday. For her, it's not worth to remember even if it's still etches on the back of her mind. That's why she did her best to avoid those things that can remind her of it, she succeeded but not entirely. The sound of the gun, exchanges of punches, green grass tainted by blood, the lifeless body on the ground and the sky as the reflection of chaos, the first and longest battle she witnessed only concluded by the wind. Those things clearly leave her whole being of scar. Scar that will remain fresh every time the sun will start to bid it's goodbye and the wind solemnly made it's pressence known. Would she able to have a normal life if she just neglected the particular part of it? Picture from the book cover is taken from Pinterest, credits to the rightful owner

More than a Fantasy by gemjool

In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.

I Watched Him Fall For Someone Else (COMPLETED) by beeyotch

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Oddly Familiar by kahapsaywrites

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Freaky Friday by yongnahh

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The Heart Crusher (Pastel Hearts Playbook #1) by Muffins_Sugarcubes

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