"One finds limits by pushing them."
Onika Maraj is a valorous and soft-hearted mother with a great head on her shoulder. So many odds has been stacked against her but Onika always manages to wing herself through any storm no matter how big or stron...
Love was an action. A sacrifice somewhere around the ballpark. It was to give one bare soul willingly, and without trickery or condition.
It is an active verb— that strives in more doing than just verbal letters. It's something that cannot be really described but moreso felt in a way.
The most scariest but enriching feeling in this entire planet when reciprocated. It was worth more than candies and unicorns. Painful but exceptional.
No matter what evil might trail your scent— to really be loved is to be protected. That's where your word lay at bay. Only exertion wins the race.
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I could feel her body tensing beside me with her hand clenching my shirt. Her breath caught in small shaky gasps as she trembled occasionally.
Her soft whimpers cracked through the silence of the hotel room, blending with the patter of the rain against the window. The storm was absolute nothing compared the one she battled in her mind.
I gently wrapped her arms around her waist, and pulled her closer to me. I could feel her warmth, the hurried beat of her weeping heart.
"I'm right here baby." I murmured.
My fingers brushed through her hair right when the trembling started to ease. I kissed her forehead, and held her tighter than before.
The rain outside continued to fall a soothing scenery that seemed to bring her stillness. In an instant, her breathing slowed to match mine.
There were still some tremors but she found serenity against my chest. I looked down at her and chewed on my bottom lip, crying silently.
She looked very fragile, so innocent, but the memories of her nightmares lingered like a perdurable shadow over us both. My eyes wetted with tears.
It bothered me to hear her weep and I couldn't take the pain away. It was an irreparable bruise, stretched across her heart and would not move.
It made my blood boil, thinking of the son of a bitch who stained her brain. It even pushed me way past the edge to know he still had air in his lungs.
It had to be cut short.
I slowly slip my arm out from under her head, laying her gently back against the pillow. Onika murmured something in her sleep, and stirred.
I watched for her face closely, praying the movements didn't shake her up. Fortunately, she didn't move, falling into a deeper sleep, the kind she needs.
