The Planner

The Planner

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 16, 2015
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Fiction
Romance
Promises? Forever? Love? 11:11? Wishes? I don't believe on them anymore. SCREW. Certainly i don't even give a fvck. But wait.... Someone promised to me. Someone told me about forever. Someone added that love unto my life. Someone is always there every 11:11 of the night. And that someone is the one I've been wishing for. How could this be? She's Graceian Roxas. She can draw. She can dance. She's pretty as well. The Jack of all trades And Architect in the making Will she ever be in her best comfort in her life? Be in what the destiny wanted her to be? Or as the result she will be the Architect of her own destruction? Take a glimpse of her life. Just when she re-built and designed on how she wanted it to be.
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[[Book 2 (FINAL book) of "One Lifetime is Never Enough"]] "I would have waited for you forever." The lament of a faraway voice that she had missed - that she had been longing to answer to - echoed in her mind. "But, you are no longer here." The despairing sigh was a muted murmur - clawing at her, begging for her to respond. But she was there, here, wherever the voice was. But then again, she might as well was not. She could no longer see, could no longer reach him. The voice sounded so near, but it was also as far as another world she could no longer be in. Nevertheless, she could still feel, in the darkness that was cradling her non-existence; the agony she felt in her non-beating heart, in her dormant soul, it was all due to her longing. For the owner of the voice. For him. The voice kept begging in agony - tormenting her, tormenting himself. And she could not do anything. "Please wait for me." "Please remember me." "Why... why can't I see you?" "Won't you wait for me?" ----------------- For you, I will wait for eternity. This time, I will wait. This time, it is my turn to wait. So please, please just let me find you. Please, be there when I find you. Please, tell me that you are still mine. That I still exist, perhaps not in your memory, but etched in your very soul. Like you have been deeply engraved in mine, lingering like a beautiful illness I will gladly bear and succumb to. Because, I will search to all corners of this world, and wait until the end of days. For you. Because, this world will always be wretched without you. And then, I will always, forever, bloom. For you. -----------------

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