Hello, my lovely readers. Welcome to my new project - PROBABLY IF THE CIRCUMSTANCES WERE DIFFERENT. I hope you are here to stay as long as you can. Don't forget to like and share with your friends. Please, Please don't be shy, comment and show your love boo. Thank you so much for giving my book a chance. You have no clue how much it means to me. I hope we get to form a really awesome bond. Follow me on my social media: Instagram- fayth_valentinoA few instructions before you start: 1. All rights reserved. Please don't translate/copy/steal my work. I spend a lot of effort into writing so please do be considerate of that. 2. Chapters are going to be short but I will be posting 4 chapters a day. 3. This is going to be a romance novel. 4. LQBTQ+ Themes- I have decided to base the story off the ace/asexual spectrum. Over the recent two years, I have re

                                  "Hello, Celeste." The girl beside Lucy, Paisley greeted me, smiling. "Hey, Paisley!" I greeted her back, smiling widely. Paisley was the sweetest girl, and she reminded me of my high school best friend who was currently studying miles away from me.

  "That long?" He asks, looking guilty now. "Yeah. The direct buses are very infrequent." I reply, feeling my emotions dip. It would be Five o'clock by the time I would get a bus, and everybody knew that 5 o'clock was the rush hour. I internally groaned at the number of people that would be on the bus at this hour of the day. I would reach home by 6:30.

ME: 'I am wearing a suit!' I typed into our group chat. I heard my phone ding with an incoming message, not even a second after I typed that. Phoebe: 'What?'Me: ' For Graduation, I am going to wear a power suit.' Phoebe:' But what about the dress code/?' Me: 'Not like they will be able to notice with the black robe on.' I was smiling now. I had finally found a loophole. Phoebe: 'Actually, yeah.' Phoebe: ' I don't want to wear a saree too. I will join you and wear a suit too.' Me: 'Great. I was actually considering skipping it if I didn't have a choice. 'Phoebe: 'I will smack you if you do!' Alexandra: ' I actually want to wear a saree again. But this time I want to look sexy in it.'I rolled my eyes at that text. Me: 'Have fun trying to manage a saree and trying to look sexy at the same time.' Alexandra: 'If you guys aren't wearing

My mind reminded me of the things that I could no longer do, the things that I missed out and all the times that I wished he would leave me alone. It was getting harder to breathe with every sob that was wrecking my body. My eyes burned, and my tear glands seemed to have an endless supply of tears. It just wasn't fair how the heart felt so much pain when it was just a blob of flesh. After some time, I decided that I had to stop crying, and I went to the bathroom. I didn't want my mother or my sister to see it, although they were probably already asleep. I splashed water on my face and looked at my face. Over the years, I had developed a sort of superpower; you could never know if I was crying moments ago. My eyes never longer turned red or would get swollen whenever I cried. I know it wasn't really a superpower, but I considered it as one. I could be in the bathroom, bawling my eyes while people chatted and made jokes outside. I could walk out any time and