Historias de Closure

Waking up in a strange bed, our MC travels an alternative world of Terra. One where the Doctor was not a loving commander. Or was he? "In the path you will be taking, no decision will be easy and not every rout will end in a good way. But continue going forward, your future is yours to make." The Author, (Disclaimer: I took inspiration from the story "Arknights: Correcting The Doctors Evil Deeds" recommend reading it. If similarities are found, please don't scold me.)

It's just a simple day to grab a milktea, or is it? #WMMilkteaClosure

My Personal Assorted Poetry

They already broke up. The flights are paid. The hotels are booked. The memories? Still unfinished. Lira and Cael were supposed to celebrate their anniversary abroad-ten days in a country they once dreamed of building a life in. But love ended before departure. Now, with no refunds and too much history to cancel, they decide to go anyway. What follows isn't a romantic getaway- it's a quiet war between what they were, what they lost, and what they must become. Because sometimes, the hardest journey isn't falling in love- it's learning how to let go while standing beside the person you still love.

Some love stories don't ask to be remembered. They simply refuse to be forgotten Kolkata, 2012. She was poetry barely held together by silence. He was certainty laced with soft rebellion. When Maheshwari and Dev met, it felt like the city itself leaned in to listen. This is not a story of forever. It is a story of now. Of stolen glances in stairwells, of old songs on rainy evenings, of secrets so fragile they felt like paper left out in the monsoon. A love born under curfews, hidden behind textbooks, carried on late-night calls and old Bollywood songs. Years pass. Cities change. But memory doesn't follow the rules of distance or time. Fragments of poetry and memory write this story because what is life if not made of memories and nows and their dance with each other. Told in fragments of poetry and memory, Maheshwari and Dev is a haunting, tender story of first love, lost letters, and the chance that sometimes... the ending isn't the end.

This poem, "Fortunately, The End," is a poignant reflection on the bittersweet nature of closure. It explores the sharp contrast between the "rose wood" fragrance of new beginnings and the cold reality of a friendship that failed to find common ground. The verses capture the frustration of being unheard and the eventual, weary acceptance that comes when one person chooses to walk away. By framing the conclusion as "fortunate," the poem suggests that while the ending is painful, it is also a necessary release from a connection that lacked the kindness of mutual understanding. It is a tribute to the quiet dignity found in letting go when staying no longer feels like an option.

A mother grieving the loss of her son, a loyal friend blaming himself for his own survival, a student journalist finding answers... These are some of the people whose lives have been impacted by a school shooting a few weeks before.

"They broke her. Now, she's the one controlling the narrative." ​Ten years ago, Elena Coleman was the girl who believed in forever friendships. Then came the party, the betrayal, and the viral nightmare that stripped her of her dignity and her future. ​Now, Elena is the face of the evening news-calm, controlled, and untouchable. She has a perfect life and a perfect fiancé. But when an invitation to a private reunion arrives, the polished glass of her new life begins to crack. ​Vanessa is still playing games. Tamara is still hiding secrets. And Noah? He's still the boy who watched her drown and didn't reach out a hand. ​They think they're meeting for drinks and memories. They don't realize Elena isn't the victim anymore. She's the lead story-and she's about to expose them all.

What would you sacrifice to be yourself? Your family? Your faith? Your safety? For Arsh Shah, a femboy raised in an orthodox Muslim military household, the answer unfolds in London-where two men offer different versions of love, and only one offers the freedom to exist completely. How many versions of yourself can you kill before there's nothing left? Arsh has been erasing Adina for 18 years to please his military father. In London, he finally has space to breathe-but freedom means losing everything: family, security, and the illusion of safety. For fans of Call Me By Your Name, Red, White & Royal Blue, and The Moor's Last Sigh-a queer Muslim love story that explores the cost of authenticity when family, faith, and identity collide. Duty says hide. Desire says live. Survival means choosing.

After a year spent healing at St. Francis Mental Hospital, Neillah must piece together the life she was forced to leave behind without getting caught. ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆ When Neillah Thomas is released back into society she expects her family and friends to have moved on--not believe she's dead. Convinced it was for the best, her mother assures her temporary grief was better than long drawn hardship that could only end in pain, keeping her wellbeing a secret from everyone, but also single-handedly cutting off Neillah's entire support system. Sworn to secrecy, she attends college at her dream school only to find her former friend group in shambles. Between the cold stares, scathing retorts, and literal evasion, Neillah is shocked to find her first crush is a loner and that hot-headed best friend of hers? He seems to be staring in her direction a little too long. Clinging to her promise to remain out of sight, Neillah stubbornly fights for the closure they all deserve and answers she never got, no matter the cost. | An Open Novella Contest Entry | | Cover by the Amazing @Caralogues |

In a quiet corner-we met again. Not as a lover, but rather, a stranger with memories.

Inside your mind, you tell tales, you find hells, you search for theirs. « I think naivety is the epitome of hapiness. I was joyful when I wasn't aware. I was hopeful when I thought they might care. » Sometimes, seeing what you might think is wrong within yourself can appease your struggle. I wish for my book to help your soul.

Halcyon; defined as calm and peaceful, happy, golden, prosperous, and affluent. Denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful. ✽+†+✽――✽+†+✽――✽+†+✽―― Memories adrift within dreams, a past longing to make a reality once more. His passing was unexpected; painful, yet quick. Slipping within the depths of lost thoughts and feelings, hoping, crying out for a better outcome. Why did it have to be him...? In other words, Technoblade dies of an unknown illness, and his friends struggle to move on. ✽+†+✽――✽+†+✽――✽+†+✽―― *In regards to Technoblade's unfortunate passing due to cancer, I have decided to write a short story. *Honestly... this is my way of finding closure. He wasn't someone I watched daily, if at all, so I can't say I was much of a fan, but I did respect him and it hurts to see him go so soon. *This story is unrelated to my, "Worlds Apart" book. Philza and Techno's relationship here can be seen as either friendship or romantic. Please, enjoy. I pray that Technoblade is in a better place now. 💙 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Do not use or steal this Wattpad story in any way without my permission. Thank you.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠ART NOT MINE⚠ The title and pink outline are my doing. The image is also greatly clipped to fit the Wattpad cover size. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Impressive Rankings: #522 dark #99 heaven #373 dreams #4 neverforget #10 restinpeace #19 fivestagesofgrief #195 illness #645 infection #4 bargaining #7 closure #57 acceptance #585 denial #124 anger

A crush spelled out in love letters. A girl loves a boy, and wants to tell him everything, but finds letters are much easier than actual conversations.

I thought staying was enough. That if something felt right, it would become right. But some connections don't fail loudly. They just... don't choose you. This isn't a dramatic story. It's about realizing that presence is not intention, that courage doesn't guarantee you'll be chosen, and that sometimes, the quietest decision-leaving-is the one that finally brings you peace.

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When your ex ended things with u in a bad way

He’s still afraid of confrontations. Louisa thought. She’s still holding-on to her ego. Zach thought.

A girl named Ayu inherits an old stilt house from her grandmother in Terengganu. She soon discovers that every Thursday night, the wind brings "guests". Not ghosts, but spirits of people who once learned under her grandmother's tutelage. They seek closure, not haunting. Guided by whispered conversations and riddles, Ayu must find what each spirit is looking for... and in doing so, uncover secrets about her own family.