Turbulence & Saudade

Turbulence & Saudade

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Have you ever looked into the mirror and realized the person staring back at you; wasn't you? Not like some sort of horror situation like a demon- no. I mean like you in general. That's what happened to Thalie. This story is about self discovery and moving on to better yourself. Nevertheless, everything happens for a reason. I mean it. Imagine, if you were never forced to do those dishes you tried so hard to avoid- how will you ever be able to learn how or be able to take care of yourself as an adult? If you never fell and scraped your knee as a kid, maybe you wouldn't have ever learned that hydrogen peroxide, some neosporin and a bandaid will help heal it and make it feel better. Maybe if you never got your heart broke, meeting your soulmate would just be like an normal day thing. Thalie, among everyone else, has been labeled by society and has been torn down merely for its entertainment. Rumors are the most contagious yet poisonous beverage. It's passed on and on to the next person. Drink after drink, we consume this beverage rather if the health labels and ingredients description is correct or not. Love is cruel but, Society is crueler. Labels hurt but, Confidence is key. Right? ______ Thalie Porters was once one of the most loved students at Lincoln High School, that is, until Cameron Foster came along. Now she's left to think: "How did things get so bad so fast?"
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"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked. "No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer. And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless. "This isn't funny, Tyler." "It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me." I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things." *** When you think that all is not lost in the world. That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad. When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel. When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was... It turns around and bites you in the ass. When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be... It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path. Can you change what happened? I wish. Can you stop what's going to happen? God! I really hope so.

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