“What if we were never meant to be whole?”

Casey wasn’t trying to heal.
She went to Sagada to lose what still hurt—the past, the woman she couldn’t forget, the version of herself that kept holding on. She wasn’t looking for closure. Not even a fresh start. Just a way to keep breathing.

Julia is crashing.
Her picture-perfect life has cracked at the seams, and underneath it? A whole lot of nothing she can’t explain.

They had no interest in beginnings. No room for endings. They weren’t searching for each other.

But sometimes what you never wanted finds you anyway—and refuses to let go.

For anyone who’s ever run away. Fallen apart. And dared to love anyway.

Told in alternating perspectives, Of Chasing Raindrops is a slow-burn sapphic novel about intimacy, memory, and the quiet, defiant act of choosing love—even when it terrifies you. Poetic, raw, and deeply human, this is not a love story.

Until it is.