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Ninth grade was when Amora met her first love—Alon West Montemayor. The tall, tanned, hazel-eyed boy who seemed to carry the whole sun in his smile. It all began on a rainy afternoon when she forgot her umbrella, and out of nowhere, a boy handed her one before running off through the downpour. At first, it was just a crush. But one moment led to another—small encounters, fleeting conversations, quiet glances—and what she thought was simple admiration slowly grew into something deeper. She fell for him. For his dimples, his laughter, his voice… for everything he was. But ninth grade was also the year Salomi learned what heartbreak felt like.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

They say first love never dies—well, not for me.

I smiled bitterly as I lay down a single stem of a sunflower above his grave.

"Hey."

The first word left my lips, but a lump immediately rose in my throat. I hadn't even finished the first sentence, yet tears were already welling in my eyes.

I pressed my lips together and gently caressed his gravestone. "How are you?"

Tracing the letters on his gravestone still tug a strings in my heart. Reading his name always takes me back to the days when I could say it out loud—and he could hear it.

"Why did you have to be such a hero, huh?" I chuckled softly. "Look at you now, up there with the Lord," I joked, though my voice wavered.

I let out a heavy sigh and glanced at the sky slowly turning golden. Pressing my palm on the ground for support, I stretched out my legs and leaned back.

"Can you see me? I'm all alone, you know. My heart still aches for you. I didn't even get to confess… and you left me just like that." A single tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, but they kept falling, one after another.

"Sheesh, what is this?" I laughed, but the sadness clung to every word.

I let the tears fall freely and closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the setting sun on my skin. In my head, I pictured his face—again, for the hundredth time—as I let my emotions pour out.

"I miss you," I whispered, as if he could somehow hear me. "I miss you so, so much."

Then the wind shifted in my direction, as if trying to console my heavy heart.

I lay down on the grass, placed a hand over my chest, and closed my eyes once more.

"Happy birthday…" I whispered softly. "I hope you're happy, wherever you are… Please, let me go, hmm?"

But who was I kidding? It was me who refused to let go, still clinging to the memories he left behind. Wishing I could stay in the past, back when I could still hold him, hear his voice, and feel the warmth of his hand in mine.

But no… all I have left are memories now.