Historias de Reminisce

What is life

"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

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.

she cried out for vengeance

ලංකාවෙන් ද.කොරියාවට අධ්‍යාපනය සඳහා පිටත්ව යන ගැහැණු ළමයෙක්. අලුත් පිරිසක් අතර, ජීවිතයට තනියම මුහුණ දී එය ගොඩනගාගන්නා අයුරුත්, අන්සාන් ප්‍රදේශය කළඹමින් සිදුවූ සිදුවීමක් සමඟ ඇගේ ජීවිතය බැඳෙන්නෙත්, එනිසා ඇයට ජීවිත කාලයක් මුලුල්ලේ රැගෙන යෑමට සියුම් වේදනාවක් ඉතිරි වන්නෙත් ඒ "අන්සාන් වල කතන්දරේ" නිසයි. මෙහි යොදාගෙන ඇති ගම්, නගර හා ස්ථාන සැබෑ ඒවා බවත්, සිදුවීම් මාලා හා නම් අහඹු හා පබැඳි ඒවා බවත්, මූලික සිදුවීම පමණක්, සැබෑ කතාවට හානියක් නොවන අයුරින් මේ කතාවට යොදාගෙන ඇති බවත් කරුණාවෙන් සලකන්න. මෙමඟින් කිසිම හෝ පුද්ගලයෙකුට පෞද්ගලිකව හානි පැමිණ වීම අරමුණු කරගෙන නැති බවත්, එසේ සිදුවී නම් සමාව අයදින බවත් මින් ලියා දක්වමි.

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.

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 half fiction and half non-fiction one-shot short story about one's regret

a dream sequence of a girl longing of a true summer's tale. a short passage from the 21 night

A broken heart and a short phone call. Are they really that bad or is "he" even "him?" Late Night Phone Calls is about a person attempting to rekindle and old flame. However, due to underlying circumstances, they are unable to fully comprehend who the other person on the line may be.

A short story from my dreams.

Every soul needs a place to rest.

~♥~ [One-shot entry for Wattpad Romance's Six Word Love Story Contest] Copyright©2015 by Simply_Purrrrfect. All rights reserved.

"Our relationship was doomed before it even began. Pre-destined to fail. Only to end in the raging flames of heartbreak..."

Angela Shaine looks back to her summer memory because of her son's curiousness. She thought she had already moved on, but apparently she hasn't. Remembering the memory of that particular summer was enough to make it seem like it just happened yesterday. That moment of happiness, bliss, heartache and pain became fresh once again. Now, she knows this can't be resolved by just 'moving on'. Now, the wounds of the past has been opened once again and her process of 'moving on' will be much more prolonged. What happens when something unexpected also happen in a summer? MIDTERMS 20170412 - ... -English-