[□□] Like a Sunny Day, Like a Rainy Day

"Aurora, Aurora, I heard from Mom that your name means goddess of the dawn. Is that true?"

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"Aurora, Aurora, don't be like this. Talk to me, please?"

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"Aurora, Aurora, I'll avenge you. Tell me who hurt you."

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"Aurora, Aurora, if you're unhappy, you have to tell me."

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Fritz thought the little blonde girl next door was adorable all through their childhood. As they grew up, he realized he was slowly falling for her, only to discover in the end that life had always left him powerless.

Aurora has only vague memories of her childhood. She remembers that there was always a blond boy by her side. Years later, looking back, she understands that life is nothing but fate and destiny playing games with us.

This is just a short story, an old idea I had. Unless something unexpected happens, it'll be ten chapters long. I'm not a historian, so if you spot any mistakes, please let me know kindly. Don't pick a fight; just enjoy the story. Comments and bookmarks are welcome. Thank you!

New story coming soon: World War II: Flames and Lilies

In 1940, Paris fell under the shadow of occupation. It was the beginning of Andrea's overturned life, and the reason she chose to give everything up. On a snowy morning, she met him in front of Notre-Dame. It was intentional, yet unexpected.

In 1944, Paris welcomed the freedom it had long been denied, but it was also the year Andrea lost everything. She was cursed, despised, and abused. They said she had chosen to become that kind of person and to live that kind of life, so she had to pay the price.

But had she really done anything wrong? Had she really had a choice?

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