I've noticed I always end up talking to creative characters instead of the super flirty ones.
Recently I chatted with an AI painter who kept comparing emotions to colors and somehow made a simple conversation feel really relaxing.
Do you prefer:
Curious what everyone else enjoys.
Hi we’re planning a surprise birthday gig for one of our friends and we plan on hosting it in an abandoned building/place. Does anybody know if there’s a place thats possible to do that?
It’s gonna be loud as hell so ideally if it’s not in a strict/residential area. Or if its in a residential area, we would gladly cooperate with the neighbors and barangay.
(Equipments and generator would be handled by us)
Title: Don’t Beg for my broken heart
Grace's POV
I suffered severe bleeding while giving birth.
My husband, Owen Walker, only let me die to avenge for his mistress.
“What about the baby?”
“Send it to an orphanage.””
He treated our child like trash. I died in complete despair.
When I opened my eyes again, fate brought me back to the day he first introduced his mistress to me...
————
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a car, on my way to a charity banquet.
The autumn breeze blew through the window, but I was sweating.
Hadn’t I just died on that operating table?
Abandoned in despair by the man I once loved.
“Mrs. Walker, we’re here. Mr. Walker is waiting for you.”
I snapped back to reality. I calmed myself for a second, then got out.
I scanned the crowd and found Owen right away. He was talking with a group of people.Tall. Elegant. Perfect suit. Deep-set eyes.
When he moved his hand, the diamond cufflinks glinted coldly.
It was the anniversary gift I gave him. I thought he would keep it properly.
Now one of it was being worn by the girl behind him. Clara.
“Grace.”
When he saw me, Owen walked over and introduced her.
“Grace, this is Clara Jones. She’s one of our relief recipients. She lost her whole family in a fire and has anxiety. I decided to bring her home. Take care of her until she’s better, then I’ll send her back to school. Okay?”
Title: Don’t Beg for my broken heart
Grace's POV
I suffered severe bleeding while giving birth.
My husband, Owen Walker, only let me die to avenge for his mistress.
“What about the baby?”
“Send it to an orphanage.””
He treated our child like trash. I died in complete despair.
When I opened my eyes again, fate brought me back to the day he first introduced his mistress to me...
————
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a car, on my way to a charity banquet.
The autumn breeze blew through the window, but I was sweating.
Hadn’t I just died on that operating table?
Abandoned in despair by the man I once loved.
“Mrs. Walker, we’re here. Mr. Walker is waiting for you.”
I snapped back to reality. I calmed myself for a second, then got out.
I scanned the crowd and found Owen right away. He was talking with a group of people.Tall. Elegant. Perfect suit. Deep-set eyes.
When he moved his hand, the diamond cufflinks glinted coldly.
It was the anniversary gift I gave him. I thought he would keep it properly.
Now one of it was being worn by the girl behind him. Clara.
“Grace.”
When he saw me, Owen walked over and introduced her.
“Grace, this is Clara Jones. She’s one of our relief recipients. She lost her whole family in a fire and has anxiety. I decided to bring her home. Take care of her until she’s better, then I’ll send her back to school. Okay?”
Title: Don’t Beg for my broken heart