Истории Reminisce

Some love is meant to be felt deeply...not kept forever. A bittersweet tale of young dreams missed chances, and the one love that stays with you long after it's gone. Once, they planned a lifetime together. Then life stepped in. Years later, a chance reunion reminds them: the one that got away is often the love that shaped you most. Not a story of heartbreak. But of a love so gentle and true, that even when you have to let go, a part of you will always hold on.

"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 stuck 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

ON GOING NAUGHTY MATE HEXOLOGY

They have now become the witness of everything that has happened. Author's note: Rain & Sun is the translated English version of Hujan & Matahari and the prequel to Chapter 21.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀let me bleed my ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀heart out for you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀until there's none ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀left to bleed.

Time has a strange way of taking things from us. Faces become distant. Voices become memories. Places change. Moments become stories we can no longer return to. And yet, not everything disappears. Some people remain-not in the way they once existed beside us, but somewhere within the quiet architecture of who we become. A thought, a feeling, a familiar song, a moment that suddenly belongs to another time. Perhaps memory is its own form of existence. So this is not a story, nor an attempt to preserve what once was. It is simply a record of what continues to exist after the moment itself has passed. The thoughts. The fragments. The echoes. The ordinary days in which the past quietly becomes present again. Because if time is measured by what it takes from us, perhaps memory is measured by what it cannot.

In life their are chances that we did not take... Simply because we are afraid to take risk... And in the end we find ourselves asking WHAT IF? WHAT IF ---I take the risk? WHAT IF ---I wait for you? WHAT IF ---I just let myself to love you? WHAT IF ---I just give everything without hesitating? WHAT IF ---we end up together? Unfortunately, we can't turn back time and change our decisions. It either you live your life with the risk your takes or live it with regrets for not taking those risks.

Seasons of poems. You are the one who gives me Premature ventricular contractions. The sight of you gives my body Immediate reflex actions. For you my heart will never Stop pumping love. 'Coz you're the one Till the end of Life on Earth

My doctor felt that because I find it difficult to talk to others about my thoughts, I should start writing a diary. But I do not know what I should write, maybe I should start saying who I am. My name is Hope Jones, 16 years old and I have an incurable disease. -------------------------- My mother Hope died when I was seven years old. I have very few memories of her, I always wanted to know more about her. But my father didn't like talking about her. So when I found the key to her diary I finally got to know who she was.

A poem about the quiet ache of loving someone who was never yours. Someone who never knew your name, never noticed the way your heart followed them, and never realized that they had become a part of your memories. It is about yearning for a person you cannot truly lose because you never had them, yet somehow, the thought of letting them go feels like the deepest loss of all. It is about grieving a love that never happened, missing moments that were never made, and holding on to a version of "us" that only ever existed inside your heart.

A collection of truths about beauty, love, doubt and longing through years of time

This short story follows a woman who's attempting to pick up the pieces of her shattered life; she's left wondering how it all went wrong. She's lost. She's hurt. Meet Anna.

William turns back time, 7 years ago. It's time for the first day of highschool, it's time for new challenges. Until he met three friends and one crush, that changed his life.

A short story of how someone made me feel, and how I feel about them today

Violet Lee is 16 and has been constantly moving around since she was young. Recently, she's moved from freezing Alaska to burning California. She's not necessarily a loner nor is she an outcast. She just simply doesn't have much to say, which attracts no possible friends. That is until she accidentally bumps into the school famous baseball player who finds interest in her, causing sparks to ignite and the heat to become unbearable.

Thoughts that I put into words...

Love can be the greatest thing in life or the worst. It can cause the greatest happiness or the greatest sadness. Timing is everything when it comes to this feeling. The timing of an affair causes Sylvia to make a decision. As she reflects, does she regret it?

This is a collection of short stories dealing with the lives of certain women, whether it be love, family, their careers, pasts, futures, or their present. Each deal with some form of hardship and are unable to move on without dealing with those hardships. Each of these women's fates change, however, the day the rain fell.

something random i came up wit bc i was bored

Wherein Sera and Dia reminisce every moments they were happy together as they lie in bed on a peaceful afternoon.