When The Red String Of Fate Gets Tangled (Cell Phone Novel)

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The spring has come. 
Where the pretty pink cherry blossom petals, 
Falls everywhere on the streets. 

Also when people believe they fall in love. 

Sadly, to me this years spring. 
Is just a deadly season. 
The dead-line month. 
For my last book. 

When I just handed in the manuscript. 
And saw my editor running out. 

I felt dead. 

Empty. 

For someone like me, 
Who is never keen on work. 
Due dates are literally like hell. 

Myself is pretty amazed on how I managed to work as an author. 
For two years. 

Out of the blue. 

The phone I used to just check time rang. 

With my exhausted body,

I reached out for my phone. 

Thinking to myself. 

"What is it now?"