Sometimes, the things that happened in our youth don't need to be remembered anymore. Let the buds that sprouted and grew in those days drift away in that season's cold autumn, and don't look back.
Click here for Matchstick's completed story:
(A hole-ridden historical romance, a little amateurish. Read with caution!)
Here's my second story, a modern one:
(I think it's a pretty heartwarming story. My dear readers, give it a look and enjoy!)
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