Departure Histoires

(unedited) Kairi Watanabe and Elio Yamamoto first met in high school, where a simple friendship slowly blossomed into a love that felt destined to last a lifetime. Through graduation, dreams, and the uncertainties of growing up, they remained each other's constant, believing that no distance or hardship could ever pull them apart. But as they stepped into adulthood, Elio was faced with a devastating truth-he had fallen seriously ill. Unwilling to burden Kairi with the pain of his condition, he hid his diagnosis and told her that he was leaving abroad for work. Trusting his words and holding onto the promises they made beneath the spring skies of their youth, Kairi waited faithfully for his return, unaware that Elio was fighting a battle far greater than he had ever let her know.

Farewell is a haunting, existential piece about the weight of time, the pain of growing up, and the heavy silence of a final departure.

began on April 10, 1912, departing from Southampton, and tragically ended on April 15, 1912, after striking an iceberg and sinking, with over 1,500 deaths.

A lot of thing I want say but my heart speak louder than what you meant to me This is a letter where the things I want to say remain written because what I felt for you is something I will cherish till the end It's something I want to regret but I can't fall out of love ... When I Don't Wanna Feel A Thing When Words Is Not Enough And When Is No One Is There Let Me Write It Here

Let's have a bit of talk about love! Love! An everlasting feeling of amity Love is a symbol of peace It's pure as the color of soul It's an everlasting joy of soul Love is not a feeling it's a way of life Love is a magic a divine magic Love is a pure sentiment! It's when your whole world roam around a person It's when you don't fall asleep just in joy to see him It's when you don't feel yourself you It's when your "you" became "we" unintentionally It's when you fall in love not with the face but the soul of the person. The definition of love is different for each Many loses the honor of word the "love" so easily Many will sacrifice the purity of their love, so easily Many will never be able to realize its pureness Many will never be able to realize its completeness It's not the love the "love" I'm talking about It's not the love I know as "Ishq" It's not the love I know as love of"wahdaniyat" Love of wahdaniyat is a pure kind of love It's the love of oneness the love of only It's the love when you find Allah before that person It's the love when you became a different person after being fall in love I'm convinced in the love of wahdaniyat I don't know how to be everyone's zalekah It's a difficult kind of love, not that easy one But, Happening of miracles is in the hands of Allah We just need to be in the way of him We just need to sacrifice our nafs for good We just need to pray, to pray with Patience love of wahdaniyat will definitely be in the fate of those who sacrifice their ownness fully in the way of the one and only "God" Those who never lose the honor of the word love Those who wait for better while following God's way Peace inside the heart of those who find the good Is so precious, so precious that many few will find

There are two main scenes in this story. First scene : based on a true story Second scene : my imagination . . . Characters : Girl - Fleur Boy - Unknown ( name )

A poem about where one lies on the tree of intimacy.

DEATH!!!! An unwanted happening ; A permanent departure. This poem is dedicated to two people. Enjoy reading!

Rafka uban tagumi yayi cike da takaici yace. "I hate you Feenah" Saida tayi wani murmushin jin daɗi kafin tace "I hate you too Mr arrogant" ............. She is just a common girl with true friends and a simple life. But he felt offended by her the very first time he met her. Unfortunately their fate twisted when he decided to punish her for her mistakes. Ahmad L is a young, handsome & arrogant business tycoon who care and give attention only to his family and business. Rejecting every marriage proposal then got himself in a trouble that marriage is the only solution...... #1in departure, jan 24 #1 in deathofalovedone, jan 24

A brief meditation about death and life thereafter.

Sadness deserves recognition and love as much as happiness. - A compilation of original poetry/quotes. - • • • <3 • • • All content displayed is fictional and based on my own ideas and imagination, any similarities with other stories and/or work is purely coincidental. © copyright 2018 Written and organised by crumpets2

Soul Sisters - Friends

My thoughts splattered into words.

The group will never be the same as before, but being back will have a big impact. Setting them free and letting go doesn't mean that we'll constantly forget them. It only means that we are accepting whatever decision they had made. And I am proud to say that I am rooting for them. I am happy for them. I am a proud fan.

Spontaneous.

This sounds like the most clichéd story. But what makes my story different is that it seriously went thru hell and back. when I thought I couldn't be found in the dark he found me.. this story isn't all pretty in pink. I was hurt in so many ways that I seriously thought my love with him had no future. I was separated from him at some point and thought I lost him since he was moved out of the state. I was told to move on and date other guys.. I did but those relationships didn't feel right and never really lasted. I then came across him and we decided to try the long distance since he wasn't back only to fail out attempt to make it work. we again lost contact and I thought I had gotten over him when I started dating another guy but that guy only wanted sex from me (which he never got). I found my ex once again only now he's my boyfriend again. And we're going to get engaged soon

*LYRICS*

This is a very short love story which I had created the night of Valentine's Day. With the help of my sister, she gave me a few changes to edit my story a bit better ^^. This is a sad story and isn't very happy , but I do hope that you enjoy it.

It's the collection of short storys and other random notes .... Expressing my thought through short note. live and work and dream each has his little scheme sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry and thus the days pass by.....