ONE THOUSAND YEARS

ONE THOUSAND YEARS

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This is the story of Buddha (Khattiya Gautama) and Y/N before Ragnarok. Y/N and Buddha met at the temple of the monks but formally introduced themselves in the tree that they used to relax and have some peace. After a chill introduction, they started to gain comfort in each other and ended up spending their days together as normal mortals do, with some monks by their side too. One day, Buddha earned his place in the heavens.. but what about Y/N? Is Buddha leaving her behind in the mortal world, or is she gaining a place with him? The story will consist of 2 books, one before Ragnarok and the other one during it. Some changes to the series will be made, but don't fret, I'll try and make them unnoticeable. The characters except Y/N are from the series 'The Records of Ragnarok', I don't own them!!!
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She was Winter. Silent. Unforgiving. A masterpiece carved in frost. She didn't melt - she cut. Her presence left people breathless, not from awe... but from the chill she carried in her bones. No one dared touch her. No one tried to understand the blizzards she buried beneath her skin. Because Winter wasn't cruel - it just didn't know how to stay soft. And then came Spring. Loud. Laughing. Alive. He didn't knock-he barged in, with sun-soaked words and a grin that bloomed in places she thought were dead. She didn't believe in love. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that chose her. But he did. Again. And again. She built walls. He didn't tear them down. He leaned against them - until she opened the door. She didn't trust the world. But somehow, she trusted him. He didn't rush her thaw. He waited in the cold - just to feel her warmth once. He made the world laugh. But no one noticed when he stopped laughing. Except her. Everyone saw his power. She saw his pain. He gave light to everyone. She was the only one who asked if he had any left for himself. She didn't need him to be strong. She just needed him to be real. She didn't rescue him. She stayed - when he didn't think anyone would. ●•~~♡~~•● "Why do you keep coming back?" "Because even if you burn me a thousand times- I'd still reach for your fire." "But you shouldn't fall for someone like me." "Too late. I fell the moment you didn't look at me like I was a god." He brought flowers to her frost. She gave his chaos stillness. They were never meant to work. ♡ But God, they were beautiful anyway ♡

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