Historias de Reminisce

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

What is life

Some wounds don't scream, they whisper. In the quiet between panic and peace, between who you were and who you're becoming, there are footnotes - the small, honest truths we never say out loud.

She still remembers the apartment they planned, the life they almost had. It was supposed to be theirs - until he built it with someone else. Now she's left with memories, questions, and a version of herself that doesn't know how to move on. A story of a friend of mine dedicated to the song " The apartment we won't share" by Niki. https://youtu.be/h1bF3gYKK44?si=9_XbDSvNTk-3ex8o Same stories, but different versions. Same characters but different feelings P.S.: ctto picture's not mine, found it in Pinterest.

𝘼𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙚 𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙪, 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙪 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤, 𝙗𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 . ♬ ݁˖ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── A collection of emotions scattered across pages-some loved, some lost, some never spoken aloud. These poems are fragments of memories, feelings, and moments that linger long after they've passed. For anyone who has loved deeply, missed quietly, or carried pieces of a feeling they could never quite put into words.

A boy, escaping the clutches of a hopeless desire, continues his search for one who's love may someday meet his.

she cried out for vengeance

Tara reminisces about her childhood Diwali on the first Diwali after her marriage. ---------- Editor: ShainaBasu

A collection of "so-called" Anecdotes originating from the North of the Philippines, kano ah. written in a mix of English and local languages within the Cordilleras and Northern Territories. No we don't have a wall of division, we are unique

𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲!! 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲!! 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲!! he missses his strawberry kisses. started: 6/1/20 ended:

My name is Ryan and his name is Mickey.

Francis Salvatore had it all; the name, looks, money and brain except a wife. He never wanted to marry at his ripe age of 30 but the way her mother threatened him, he was forced to find a woman. He came back from California to set himself on a mission. As he readied himself to take the risk, his sail had been blown by a stunning, whirlwind woman. She was his childhood crush, the woman of his dream and anything related to love. He never knew he will found the love he had for the woman years ago. 'He is the reason why my mask fell from my face, torn apart and broken into pieces.'

A short story about life's firsts based on a poem.

We were so so happy What happened? Why did we go apart? Weren't we suppose to be together? - I don't think so - maybe you are right - but I truly don't remember you What will happen when childhood sweethearts will face the real world? Will they realise there true love or will they just accept the fate and be apart? . . . . Started - 30 September 2021 By ~ Cloud & Nan

letters for the brightest turquoise star, Kim Jonghyun, that I never met

This is a book of poems that was inspired from a story of a teenage girl going through a heartbreak. Through her poems, her story would be unleashed as she moves on from the person that made her feel how it was to be loved by someone else. Most of us has fallen in love and felt that cloud 9 feeling whenever we are with the person we love and surely all of us has felt how it was to be without them knowing they would never come back again.

A teenage girl longing for those days where wasting time is valuable.

When everything has a reason and that reason feel like you want to kill yourself, you're in distress, then someone makes you think that's not the end, then uncertainty ahead and you can't stop fate, because it's beyond your control. "your Identity is a one of the Classified information is stated to be secret, so don't make someone knows about you and this Unknown Agency Ms. Blaire" _____________________ Hello guys! I just add some details sa part 1 so re-read nyo nalang if u want and I hope you guys like it! Book Cover from Dsygner

A personal story of how my grandfather passed away. To treasure my memories of him.