About Y/N
Yuvi Norman is a 22-year-old storyteller...
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Who even writes their age? Let's start again... (breathes)
Yuvi is an aspiring storyteller and hopeless romantic...
Jus...Just..I..can't...I should just tell them I am single and unemployed, shouldn't I? (ha ha ha....ahhhhhhhh!)
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I am Yuvi, a depressed storyteller with the wrong degree. Also, I am a hopeless romantic. So basically my single ass is writing a romance story with no romantic relationship whatsoever. Is there anything you should know about me? hmmm...
I am lonely because I have no friends (laughs in pain). I even had an imaginary friend back in high school.
I am insecure about literally everything. I smile like a donkey and have a stable love-hate relationship with acne. I am short and fat. The dresses on me look like a tight rubber band on a door.
I should just warn you, I am not going through a teenage phase. This is exactly how it was even back then. It's just worse because now a sense of hopelessness has swept over me.
And I think I have y/n syndrome. In my all free time, I keep writing P.O.Vs to different stories on my Instagram page which has like... 10 subscribers. I work extremely hard for my 10 subscribers. But I think I kinda overdid it. My subscriber count dropped to 9 last night after I posted my new P.O.V.
This is my story, dear readers... what's yours?
As a dejected Yuvi lies down on her bed, she remembers the adventures she had with her imaginary friend in high school and sophomore years. How she wish they were all real...
But her favourite was a story she heard from her mother:
The Garden Prince
It's a story of a young handsome servant stuck in a beautiful garden. The garden is filled with a wide range of exotic flowers, a beautiful gazebo and a big house. The lonely and sad boy often chats with the birds and animals in the garden. He was cursed to wait for his soulmate. Unaware of his curse, he maintains the garden and keeps it beautiful for 7 years. The servant boy is now a young man. One fateful day, an angel descends from the skies into the beautiful garden. She looks at the boy with pity and makes a prophecy that his soulmate will come to him on the 21st day of the month of flowers(march).
As foretold, a young princess with huge black locks and a sweet fragrance enters the garden. The boy is captivated by her beauty. Her smile was as bright as the sunlight and her face soft as the petals. She wore a beautiful dress that made her look cute and kind.
The boy approached her after a few minutes. He asked her name to which she replied. She told him that she was there for someone. Someone who she left years ago. What she said next shocked the boy.
'What did she say?' an impatient little Yuvi asks her mother.
'No one knows. At least I don't. Why don't you ask the boy, Yuvi?'
'WHAT DID SHE TELL YOU, DEAR HANDSOME BOY?'
'.....'
'Come on!' shouts Yuvi, pouting angrily.
Of course, she now realises how dumb that was. But she was always curious about what the girl told the boy. She picks up a storybook from her bedside drawer. The handsome boy with his blue tie and beautiful princess hidden behind her long hair. This story gave birth to curious butterflies.
She kept the book down lifelessly on the bed, dozing off to sleep. 'I wish you were here Jay.'
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Jay is her imaginary best friend. Who am I? I am the narrator of this story. Who is gonna tell you things when this sleepyhead falls asleep? Like the glowing book... WAIT! WHAT?? A GLOWING BOOK!?
Looks like this is how it starts...
Is this how your single ass finally meets your soulmate's ....ass? (awkward laugh)
