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Maldito niño prodigio.. (Lectora X Sae itoshi)

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Reads 13
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Esta es una historia de __ x Sae. La tipica "del odio al amor", donde __ va a conquistar a Sae.. 

(DISFRUTEN QUE ESTO ES EN MI MOMENTO DE ESQUIZOFRENIA)All Rights Reserved

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Almost, But Never Ours

What if, in another life, in another time, love was enough? They loved each other in silence, in the spaces between longing and letting go. Their hearts spoke a language only they understood-through stolen glances, fingertips brushing for a second too long, and the words they never had the courage to say. But fate was cruel. The world kept pulling them apart, forcing them into lives where they could never fully belong to each other. One stayed, carrying the weight of a love that never got its ending. The other became a memory, a ghost of what could have been. Yet, love like theirs never truly fades. It lingers, in dreams, in echoes of laughter, in the quiet ache of knowing-somewhere, somehow, they were almost meant to be.