Reelshort Stories

"Who the hell carries candy in their pockets everyday?" "I do." I scoff, snatching the starbursts out of his hands. "Alright, whatever." Noah chuckles. "We got to hurry. Ready, Sugar?" "Don't call me that."

Introduction: she didn't want to believe in love anymore. Not after the lies not after the promises that turned into silence, her heart had learned the hard way that love wasn't alway soft, it could be cruel, cold and unforgiving. At just twentyone she already knew what heart break felt like. She told herself she was done with feelings done with trusting any one enough to let them in again, But then she met him who wasn't supposed to matters, wasn't supposed to look as good as he did, neither was he to look at her the way he did like he saw right through her. Through every broken pieces of her that she tried so hard to hide from everyone else, he wasn't supposed to make her feel safe again, and he definitely wasn't supposed to make her fall, He was older, wiser , careful, too careful. Because while she was learning to love again he was trying his hardest not to, Not because he didn't feel it but because he knew he shouldn't but maybe some kinds of my love were never meant to exist, but who knows that if what they are feeling won't drive them into each other's arms.

A story about secrets, rejections, jealousy and unrequited love in the spotlight [FULL PLOT TO BE DIVULGED IN THE OPENING CHAPTER]