PROLOGUE
They said the wind was gentle that day.
But I remember it differently.
The first time our eyes met, the air shifted. A warm wind passed between us, moving my hair and making the leaves dance, like they knew something we didn't. I thought to myself, "This is it."
"This is where my story starts."
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
Wilted by the Wind
Muntinlupa Series #1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
Date Started: 081525
Date Finished: --
