Pog Cinta の小説・ストーリー

But in the end, I pulled Ethan back from the edge of death. Once he had recovered, he prepared to leave with Chester. The day before they did, Ethan came to my backyard on a warm, sunlit afternoon. "I'm sorry, Tori," he began. His voice was hoarse, yet unusually calm. "After coming back this time, I finally understood what it was I lost back then." When Ethan looked at me, his eyes held a clarity and resignation I had never seen before. "Real love isn't about possession. It's about wanting the other person to be happy. After seeing you shine here, I realized that keeping you trapped by my side is the most selfish and foolish thing I've ever done.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does