A reserved soul and an outgoing, adventurous soul strike up a friendship that reveals surprising similarities beneath their contrasting personalities. Together, they uncover the healing power of connection, proving that even the most unlikely friendships can offer the space to breathe. -written by 4thesakeofluv ©️

{𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 #𝟏.} 𝘋𝘳. 𝘈𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘛𝘚𝘋 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘕𝘈𝘝𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵, 𝘗𝘛𝘚𝘋 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢--𝘈𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮..𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦. 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 @𝘒4𝘚𝘏𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘠.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.

"It's hard to change, I can't expect you to fix all of my issues." -H.E.R He fell in love with his sister's neighbor.

"What it's called when the patient grow feelings fa therapist?" He asked, and she chuckled, staring at him. "Transference."

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

Every time Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, he was constantly reminded of the most traumatic moment of his life. He grew to hate himself until Namiko randomly waltzed into his life one day and began teaching him how to love himself again. It was as if she was his second chance. He'd been so pissed off all night to the point where he was physically shaking like a ticking bomb. This one hug from her felt like the rainbow after a severe thunderstorm. He couldn't believe that his sanity really depended on her. He'd never reached this point of love before. She brought him so much peace. That's why he loved her the way that he did; the reason why he couldn't stand to spend a single second away from her and why he depended on her to keep him sane. She was just it; like a breath of fresh air. He never expected the woman that ended up stealing his heart would be a real life Disney Princess wandering cluelessly around New York City; an autistic one, at that.

"You can't see the future. I might have a chance. You don't know for sure." He mumbled, making her expression soften. "M-my mom used to tell me t-that birds still sing even after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free t-to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?" Samir stopped talking for a moment to regather himself so that he didn't stutter, but Nina froze completely. "You don't have to settle with him Nina. It's been five years an-and you're not a-as happy as you should be. You smile differently with me.. and you cry a lot with him. I just think that you deserve to enjoy your time with someone other than h-him for a minute because there's still sunlight out there for you too, even if you can't see it yet." How did he become her source of 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 so 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲? A short story.

After years of observation in the shadows, Judah, a notorious and well respected drug trafficker, becomes obsessed with a basketball lover, Kianna-after being tasked with killing her-despite her unawareness of his existence. He proceeds to carry out the kidnapping plan but changes his mind about ending her life; instead, he manages to make her fall deeply in love with him. Judah then makes an audacious decision to train Kianna as his protégé, molding her into a skilled assassin who echoes his own deadly prowess. Together, they navigate treacherous paths, balancing their turbulent lives with the sensual whirlwind of love that entangles them.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.