That day,
exactly fourteen years,
five thousand one hundred and ten days,
I left you...
Link to my new story: [Prince of Tennis + Online Game] - You Are My...
Boys' love theme. This is my first time writing this kind of story, so read with caution - - My writing could use improvement...
I've heard it has some appealing points. Well, updates have been fairly steady so far...
Premise:
. . . . . . . One second, two seconds, three seconds of silence, then a big explosion. . . . . ! ~Wow. . . . . Depend on. . . . Dad, did you buy too much furniture at home? You wrote how miserable it was, but it was not as miserable as what I wrote! ~(*^__^*) Hee hee...
Wipe. . . . . . Miserable. . . . . .
Did you buy too many cups? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
But, that wouldn't be fun.
This is a sad article...
It's not like a birthday congratulations at all
. . . . . . . One second, two seconds, three seconds of silence, then a big explosion. . . . . ! ~Wow. . . . . Depend on. . . . Dad, did you buy too much furniture at home? You wrote how miserable it was, but it was not as miserable as what I wrote! ~(*^__^*) Hee hee...
Wipe. . . . . . Miserable. . . . . . Did you buy too many cups? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
But, that wouldn't be fun.
This is a sad article... It's not like a birthday congratulations at all