i write the kind of love stories that don't always survive.
the kind that feel like old text messages, missed trains, and aching silences.
sometimes, closure never comes.
sometimes, that's the point.
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Stories by raineandruin
The Last Cup of Rice
She cooked rice the night after he died.
Not knowing he had someone else grieving him, too.
A quiet, slow-bur...
Almost, Always
A story about love, timing, and the things we leave behind to survive
They fell in love in high school.
Held...