They laid underneath the tree. The tree seemed to fracture their view of the stars, and she wished she could go past that cage of branches into the night sky above. The grass was cool, a bit scratchy but still comfortable. The spring air held the promise of change and growth. But there was still a twinge of winter in the wind. It moved through the branches, and she could hear winter's words in her ear;
"Change and growth come after death."
BINABASA MO ANG
With The Odds
RomanceThis is a story of cliches, love, heartbreak, and change. This is a story that tells all that could've gone right, but never did. This is the story about going with the odds, and failing. "With The Odds" is a story I have been working on for over a...
