Author: Carla de Guzman
Publication: November 30, 2014 by Midnight Books
Format: Kindle Edition, 106 pages
Celia has dreams.
She dreams of going to Seoul for that scholarship she never took, of leaving everything behind and moving to New York.
In all those dreams, she finds herself attached to Benedict, the boy she has always loved, who didn’t love her back.
Ben believes in parallel worlds.
Worlds where the things you didn’t do come true—worlds where he went to London and fell in love with Celia, where he shows up on the day she needed him most. He believes that dreams are glimpses into that parallel world, and it’s not a coincidence that Celia’s been having them too.
It’s the day of Ben’s wedding, in the middle of a typhoon in Manila. How will these dreams and unmade decisions change their lives? Will they bring them closer together, or just drive them further apart?
"I wish I was someone else, somewhere or some-when else," Ben said. Celia felt something pull at her for a second, but ignored it as she tossed their ice cream into the trash. "Maybe you and I could have had a better first meeting. Maybe you would never hate me.""Aigoo. What makes you think I hate you, laser breath?" Celia teased, tucking her hands into her pockets. Ben tookthe opportunity to lean against her, his forehead on her shoulder as he folded his body against her. It surprised Celia that physical displays of affection were apparently no issue in public. People were walking right past them. Ben smiled."I don't," he said. "I just wanted to see if you....liked me."Then he looked up at her, his big, puppy dog eyes melting right through her, her immense affection for him surging inside her. She remembered that stolen kiss from the other day, and it made her smile."Oppa," she said seriously, pulling away to make him sit up and look right into her eyes. “I do.”Ben hadn't smiled this much in his entire life, but he couldn't say that it was a bad thing exactly. He took Celia's small face into his hands and kissed her. This time, he actually puckered his lips. This time she actually leaned into it, rubbing a small circle into his hand like they had kissed a million times before. By the time they had run out of breath, he leaned his forehead against hers, and both of them were smiling.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carla de Guzman (email@example.com) had horrible handwriting as a kid. That didn't stop her from writing, though. Riddled with too much energy and a vivid imagination, she started writing every midnight. She grew up with her toes in the sand and her bags packed and ready to go on adventures. Her books are chronicles of her journeys, with a little romance mixed in.
When she’s not sitting in a plane or working, Carla writes for her blog, Some Midnights and for When in Manila.