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It’s just two days. A short business trip. Two days away from her, two days in the country where she’d once lived. Where she’d reached out for him, and he’d turned his back on her.

Or:

And it truly is love.

Because I see myself.

I see this torn down, barely held together, useless pile of rubble.

And I still gather it in my arms, hold it close to my heart and try to build it into something.

Never mind that it has crumbled a 109 times this year alone.

Never mind that 58 times it was my own hammer.

I do not give up on those I love.

And so I draw blueprints of palaces, mansions, skyscrapers, all for this pile of rubble.

I don’t always like who I am. But I have learned to love who I am.

Chapter 2 is up!

It felt like fate. Walking into the town library and finding Draco Malfoy sitting on a threadbare couch. Eyes as empty as hers.

Or

Sometimes wounds don’t heal. Sometimes grief doesn’t disappear.

It felt like fate. Walking into the town library and finding Draco Malfoy sitting on a threadbare couch. Eyes as empty as hers.

Or

Sometimes wounds don’t heal and grief doesn’t disappear. Can grief and love coexist?

Like some of those groups were really wholesome supportive groups.

For some of us they were like lifelines.

But it’s not the same? Rambling about things you love to people you love is very different from writing a post on my obscure little blog.

One feels like sitting in a cozy library surrounded by warmth and the other feels like shouting into a void.

Hi! I wrote a Lovely Runner fanfic feel free to check it out! Let me know if you like it!

So perhaps that is why Sun-jae recognizes her voice the second he hears it. The radio show host had been over the moon to have him and his band on the show but now she is floundering.

His Sol sounds different. But he knows it’s her. How could he not?

Hi so I wrote another Queen of Tears fic.

He says nothing. Pretends he didn’t see her shove something under the bed. He wants to know. He never wants echoes of their past mistakes between them. But he decides he’ll wait.

Or: Healing from memory loss is not an easy thing.

Hi! I wrote a queen of tears fic because I have way too many feelings about it

Something about it feels familiar. The sight of a clover wilting in her hand. The smell of wet cobblestones on Frankfurt's streets. The look in Hyun-woo’s eyes.

Hi! I wrote a Dramione fic. Please check it out. It’s short and sweet.

It’s about an evening Paris.

It’s about how much they both love each other.

With clouds full

Of diamond dust

For the starving soil

And haunting tunes

For the mute wind

A heavy slumber

For wandering creatures

And the final touch

A soft silence

For this bustling world