March stood at the doorway, her heart heavy with grief and confusion. She hadn’t seen her mother in months, but now, as she looked into her eyes, everything she had been holding in threatened to spill over. Her mother, who already knew the full story from March’s aunt, stood there with open arms, her face soft with understanding.
Without a word, March dropped her bags to the floor and ran into her mother’s embrace. As soon as her arms wrapped around her, March broke down completely, sobbing into her mother’s chest. "I love her, Mom," she choked out between sobs, the pain in her voice clear. "I love her so much, I never told her I love her, but I prayed for her to be mine."
Her mother held her tightly, rubbing gentle circles on her back, her own heart aching for her daughter. "I know, sweetheart. I know," she whispered softly, her voice full of comfort. "It’s okay. You’re safe now."
March buried her face deeper into her mother’s shoulder, the weight of everything finally crashing down. The love she felt for Zephaniah, the heartbreak, the confusion—it all poured out in her tears as her mother held her. For the first time in a long while, March allowed herself to be vulnerable, to let it all out, knowing her mother would be there to catch her when she fell.
"We began our tale with hearts aligned,
Two souls entwined, a bond so kind.
With whispered dreams and hopes held tight,
We wrote our story, chasing the light.
But fate, a thief, unraveled our thread,
Paths diverged where love once led.
A chapter lost, we drifted apart,
Yet our story lives on in each heart."
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Between Faith and Love
Short StoryWhen rebellious teen March is sent to live in a strict Christian community, she unexpectedly falls for Zephaniah, a devout and seemingly untouchable girl. As their secret romance intensifies, the clash between desire and faith leads to life-altering...
