Beach House - Prologue
It's here! haha. Kidding. It's the first post for Beach House. But first, let me sort things out. There's a lot of parallelism between my Beach House and The Lake House and Il Mare. Of course there are. Those two movies inspired me to write Beach House and because of that I wouldn't like it if anyone accuses me of plagiarism. Beach House is a fanfic written for those two movies and TVXQ and Zhang Li Yin, and even The Grace. So with that said, I hope you enjoy it as I twist and turn some events.
Comments and constructive criticisms are highly accounted for. ^_^
The house stood passive amidst the raging storm. The sea before it seemed ready to engulf anything that stood in its way; the clouds and the heavens were raging war against each other, but the beach house seemed to ignore every threat they pose.
Lightning struck and soon it was followed by a loud thunder. Once in a while they will coincide and the trees around the house would crumble.
The single occupant went out to the porch, her robe tight against her small frame. It’s the last night of her stay at the Beach House. Tomorrow a truck would pull in front of her house to pick up most of her belongings as she’d be moving back to the city.
She loved the house, and her stay there was memorable. But her boyfriend wants her back in the city, a few hours from the Beach House, and she has no other choice as she feels that she’s destined to live the house, anyway. The sooner the better, right? She wouldn’t wait until she’s too attached to the house to even lift a finger to pack her things.
The tip of the lightning hit once again the sea. Or maybe it was just her eyes. A strong wind engulfed her, but it didn’t tickle a single fear in her. She loved the sea, the rain, the wind, she loved every bit of nature even if it’s against her.
Once again, the lightning hit an object, but she was too preoccupied by how the sea is forming huge waves that she didn’t noticed the tip of the lightning touch her mailbox.
And hence, their story began.
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Comments and constructive criticisms are highly accounted for. ^_^
The house stood passive amidst the raging storm. The sea before it seemed ready to engulf anything that stood in its way; the clouds and the heavens were raging war against each other, but the beach house seemed to ignore every threat they pose.
Lightning struck and soon it was followed by a loud thunder. Once in a while they will coincide and the trees around the house would crumble.
The single occupant went out to the porch, her robe tight against her small frame. It’s the last night of her stay at the Beach House. Tomorrow a truck would pull in front of her house to pick up most of her belongings as she’d be moving back to the city.
She loved the house, and her stay there was memorable. But her boyfriend wants her back in the city, a few hours from the Beach House, and she has no other choice as she feels that she’s destined to live the house, anyway. The sooner the better, right? She wouldn’t wait until she’s too attached to the house to even lift a finger to pack her things.
The tip of the lightning hit once again the sea. Or maybe it was just her eyes. A strong wind engulfed her, but it didn’t tickle a single fear in her. She loved the sea, the rain, the wind, she loved every bit of nature even if it’s against her.
Once again, the lightning hit an object, but she was too preoccupied by how the sea is forming huge waves that she didn’t noticed the tip of the lightning touch her mailbox.
And hence, their story began.
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