I didn't understand then, why fate had to be so cruel, why it had to tear us apart. But as time passed, I began to see the beauty in our separation. It was in those moments of longing, of missing you, that I realized just how much you meant to me. A...
Adrien adjusted to his new life, a whirlwind of new faces and unfamiliar places, his father's career dragging him from city to city like a leaf caught in the wind. Each new town felt like a cruel reminder of what he had lost, an aching void where Sera's presence once filled his heart. Nights were the hardest; solitude wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket as he lay in bed, staring at his phone, scrolling through old messages and stolen photographs of Sera. He found solace in those memories, but with each passing day, the weight of unspoken words pressed heavier on his heart.
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He often wondered what would have happened if he had just told her the truth-how leaving hurt him as much as it hurt her. But fear held him captive; the fear of losing her even more, of hearing her voice and feeling the distance between them grow unbearable. So he stayed silent, a prisoner of his own emotions, hoping that one day fate would reunite them.
Sitting alone one night, with nothing but the soft glow of his desk lamp, he felt the ache of the distance between them settle in his chest. Words began to fill the empty page before him, carrying his longing, his memories of her. Hoping that somehow, wherever she was, she might feel his words the way he felt her absence.
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He folded the poem and tucked it away in a drawer. Adrien knew she would never see it. But even if she never read it, somehow, in writing, it felt like he was reaching across the miles to say the words he never could.
Her colors spoke where words had failed, In every line, a soft sigh sailed. She painted skies with dreams untold, In shades of warmth, and hues of cold.
A gentle whisper in each stroke, Of feelings raw, and thoughts bespoke. Yet as her brush embraced the light, She found a longing veiled in night.
In stillness, I felt her ache, A silent plea for love's own sake. I am the canvas, blank and bare, Waiting for her touch, her care.
But oceans lie between her heart, And mine, a world that keeps us apart. Yet if her art calls out to me, I'll answer back, eternally.
