Not So Demon
“Don’t forget me never,” A man spoke while crying on her lap. Floriana smiled and strokes his black hair using her last energy to speak she said, “Let us meet one hundred years later.” With her last breath, he held his cries in but couldn’t when he saw a tear dropped from her eyes. A hundred years passed. Hearts are broken and reunited. But is the identity she thinks about herself are true? Is she the daughter of the Angel Lord? or is she someone forgotten from the world? A romance sparks between two people but before that, problems interfered them. ===== Bronze Winner of WFP#21 Female Lead- Angels and Demons DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN THE COVER ART AND BELONGS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER. (Temporary Cover) (If you are the artist of this art and wish to out it down send me a message in the comment section)
The Village VIII: True Feelings
I wiggled my toes as I watched fire dancing on the wood. In my hands, I held a warm cup, and wrapped around my body was a warm blanket given by Gin.
The rain hasn't stopped pouring, but this helps fill in the silence. I sneezed for the nth time, then sniffled. My throat felt dry. That I might get a sore throat.
"Here, have some more water," Gin held a kettle while I moved closer to him. I watched the water flow out of the kettle. Then felt my cup warming my hands.
"Thank you," I blew the steam off before taking a sip.
I watched the rain pouring down, then felt a gaze looking at me. I traced the gaze which was owned by Gin. Our eyes met, but he didn't have any reaction, which made me feel weirded out. Is there something he wants to ask?
"Do you have something to say?" I asked him, and he shook his head. "Are you sure?" I asked him for the last time, and he nodded his head, then he sneezed out loud.