There are many kinds of stories in this world.
There are tragic tales that aren't so beautiful, stories of struggle that get your blood pumping, and of course, simple and happy endings.
So, what kind of story do Sophie and Sam have?
Sophie found herself unable to imagine that picture.
It was as if there was no expectation in her mind about this story. How did they get to where they are today?
It seemed like all questions, all doubts.
Like stepping into seemingly calm waters, only to find hidden currents beneath.
Sophie's blush was just on the surface; more than that, her heart sank instantly.
She felt like she didn't even have the motivation to eat.
She opened her mouth somewhat awkwardly, speaking without any thought.
"What story?"
The reflexive question was like passing on a message.
Sam chuckled.
"Do you have paper and a pen?"
"What do you need that for?"
