Watchingfromafar Stories

"Promise me you will always call when you need me?" "I promise." NCT Dream FF Started on the 8th of December. Ended on the 13th if December.

"Some poems are confessions. Some are quiet revenge. And some are prayers for people who never looked back." This is a collection of all the things I noticed, felt, and never said out loud. To the delusional bully who thought he was loved. To the stranger who carried grief in silence. To the ones who laughed too loudly, too late. To the wrists that remembered love by the tan lines it left behind. To the boys I never loved-but still wrote about. Or maybe to no one particular. Every poem here is something I wish they knew, but now... I don't want them to. Let them live without knowing. Let me write without apologizing. - Hisoka Hayashi 🕊️ Poetry. Soft rage. Empathy with a bruise. "They'll never read this. That's why I can finally say it."

Betty and Jughead have been together for a while, and neither told Archie. So when the truth slips out, Archie wants revenge.

In a hidden relay station, Naomi and Keller begin quietly training civilians to resist the sound-based control systems through silence and attunement. Their work grows carefully, with the hope of spreading a new kind of awareness. Unbeknownst to them, Marshal Vale watches from afar, allowing their pattern to form-not to stop it, but to study it. In the end, the logs we've read become part of a counter-resistance strategy, quietly repurposed to ensure future rebellions never take root.

Two lives. Two windows. One silent connection. She has just begun living the life she always dreamed of-independence, a stable job as a bank manager, and a quiet apartment in Pune where mornings begin with birdsong and books. Her days are simple, her joys small but deeply felt. He, on the other hand, is the enigmatic CEO who owns half the skyline. Discipline, power, and solitude define his world-until one morning, when a glance through his binoculars lands on the girl across the colony, standing barefoot on her balcony, smiling at the sky. She doesn't know she's being watched. He doesn't know why he can't look away. What begins as an unexplainable pull slowly becomes a quiet fixation. As He finds himself drawn to someone unknown untouched world, questions begin to stir-questions he thought he'd buried long ago. And she unaware of the eyes behind the glass, continues to live, love, and dream... while a stranger's heart quietly unravels. When their worlds finally collide-will it be fate that brings them together... or something else entirely?What begins as a fleeting glance soon becomes a quiet obsession. But can two people from such different worlds ever truly see each other-beyond the glass?

I watch him Not because I want to but because loving him from afar hurts less than letting him go He belongs to her_ everyone sees it Even I do But this is the part no one notices: sometime the quietest girl carries the loudest heartbreak