Oceans Like Her

[A/N: This is an English/Tagalog story. Please understand that it might not be friendly for non bilingual ppl.]

She changed her name so no one could find her again.

At 26, she's a famous writer who writes love stories she no longer believes in. She just came home from Japan to a house that's too warm and empty, half-renovated like her changing soul. She swore she'd never go back to her penthouse in the city. Not after what happened there. Not after him.

Then she meets the boy who never leaves. A sunshine coming from flashing lights and chaotic partie.

He lives in a mansion that has thirteen chairs around the table and a rule: everyone must come home for breakfast on Mondays. Twin cousins, two half-brothers, a little sister with an empty fridge he always fills, a dramatic cat who hates baths, and a grandmother who runs it all. His world was loud, messy, chaotic - everything she, everything she wasn't.

And everything she secretly wants.

He wasn't in the plan. The plan was: find any purpose for her seemingly emty self, to try and love the only thing she see she's good at, avoid her mother forever, and avoid anything unnecessary and "drama".

But he keeps showing up. At the her favorite places. At her work. At her parties. At her neighborhood- and her house. Not with grand gestures, but with small things that even he seem to not notice he was doing- he was happening.

He was mindlessly getting inside her walls. Not chasing, not even trying. They both just came to exist.

She spent years learning how to run. He is teaching her how to stay without asking her to.

A slow-burn romance about a girl who was deep and mysterious as an ocean, and a boy who learned how swim her tides.