Irrevocable love.
- Membaca 38
- Vote 3
- Bab 4
It's the burning sensation everytime they reach for your hand, a fire is lit the minute their skin graze your wrist and interlocks your fingers. It's hard to breath when their around like smoke has filled the air making your breaths heavy and smoggy. That's the first sign.
Looking at them is the hardest thing you've ever had to endure, they are so bright, they are the sun that lights up your whole world. Without them, everything in your world would shrivel up and die, including you. But the only thing harder than looking at them would be looking away. That's the second sign.
Their voice the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, like a thousand harps all playing the same beautiful song. In a room full of a million people, their voice is the only thing you can hear. That's the third sign.
Their eyes are like sirens luring you into their depths forever to drown and sink further and further into them. That's the fourth sign.
You know them. You've always known them. Even before you actually knew them you'd known them. You'd travel through lifetimes, search through a billion stars to find them. And you'd never not ever leave them. That is the fifth and final sign.
All of these signs together mean that you are truly utterly completely irrevocably in love.
Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang
#631
ross
Bergabunglah dengan komunitas bercerita terbesarDapatkan rekomendasi cerita yang dipersonalisasi, simpan cerita favoritmu ke perpustakaan, dan berikan komentar serta vote untuk membangun komunitasmu.
anda mungkin juga menyukai
Into the Velvet
*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."Lengkap![𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 [ PERFECT FIT ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/362006161-256-k773505.jpg)
𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 [ PERFECT FIT ]
Divya Patel, the top writer. An introvert, stubborn to solve a mystery. After losing her maternal uncle who was murdered she gets into a contract marriage with the man arranged by their families only with the purpose to find out the culprit. Both of them met coincidentally before and ended up hating each other. She thinks he is just a spoiled brat. What will happen when Anant Desai, a top singer of India gets to know that one of his family members did that? What If they fell in love eventually in the process? What will happen if he helps her to find out the murderer? Or ia he going to trick her? She is cold as ice and his anger is as fire but will the ice melt with the warmth of his fire? Will they be able to accept each other after all this ?Lengkap
Enough | ✔️
#1 enough #1 notenough #3 in lifelessons #15 relatable "They say you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do in life," I whisper, glad that I can still form a coherent sentence with him so abnormally close to me. I would barely have to extend my arm halfway to touch him. I become painstakingly aware of every movement, watching his dark eyelashes flutter with every blink. He moves impossibly closer, eyes still concentrated on my lips. I swallow anxiously, forgetting how to breathe. "Well thank fuck for that," he mutters, before a hand against the back of my neck pulls us together. --- Never put effort into anything, I told myself. It will never help you. It will never beat those around you. You will never be competition for those geniuses. You will never be wanted by anyone in your life because there's always someone better than you. You will never amount to anything. You will never be good enough. I will never be good enough. And then I met Slater. Began: 2nd September 2016 Completed: 9th April 2018 (+585 days)Lengkap
What if it's you?
It's always the reader who falls in love with the characters while reading a book. I'm here to let you know that it can be different. We. We all want to feel. We all want to feel the fire of love. We all want to feel the fire of love, the real one that will make us naturally gain an enticing and gleaming soul. A sparkle that will lighten up the gloominess we got to use, but even though our eyes might hurt under the intensity of the foreign light, we refuse to close them. Once we glimpse at the beauty and innocence of the virgin world, world of love, we won't allow our minds to take us back to the way we were. Fearing the melancholy. We all want to feel the fire of love. No matter how hard we deny it, somewhere in the deepest and darkest corners of the back of our heads, corners that our train of thoughts is scared of taking us to, we have a secret story that we want to keep to ourselves, a special memory that we cherish and remember everytime we are alone, a dream that we put so much strength believing in it and holding on the smallest possibilities of its realisation, an image of our perfect lover to whom we possess a blind, dreamy and unconditional love that will make us more than willing to accept them with all their flaws. We all want to feel the fire of love. The one that gives us goosebumps at the thought of the right one, butterflies when we touch them and have a taste of the sweetness of their hearts, chills when we lock eyes and let our imagination get wild. It will feel like a dream, the kind of dreams we wish could last an eternity because they simply make us happy. We all want to feel the fire of love. But none of us want to get burned. What if... What if we will feel it, feel loved? What if that someone is perfectly fit for us? But.. What if that someone turns into something? What if something falls in love with us? What if something falls in love with you?Lengkap
A Broken Optimist
She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.Lengkap
All the bad butterflies
"You wouldn't love me if the lights were on, Reid". There are tears in my eyes and a heart in my hands, the only reminder that I'm still alive. Jane Austen was not right. I am filled with nothing but agony. But how come it turns into hope every second I breathe the same air as him? "Go ahead, light this room on fire and watch what my last words are, Kara". And in that second, another one of the million ones I've spent with him by my side, in that second, I realized that the heart I held in my hands was his. It was his from the very beginning. I will make sure he lives, he's too selfless to die.
The Girl with No Emotions
I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.Lengkap
lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
Does anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything in between? No one cares about that, I guess. Everyone just wants to know how what begins and how what ends; the rest is history. The rest is nothing and everything at the same time, because those who want to see, want to feel, breathe in it all--they are the lost souls in the world. They are lost, searching, needing, and craving souls. They are you and they are me. Lost in this world of collateral damage, hoping to be rescued. Searching for what can rescue them, whether that be a person or a drug or a hobby. Needing whatever it is soon because they have drowned and they are six feet under, floating in alcohol and seizing due to heroin and crying because of a him or a her. And craving--craving to die and to live all at once, for they know life is a beautiful disaster and they know about the good and the evil in this world; it has hurt them, numbed them, and misplaced them. But maybe, all they need to do--what every one of us needs to do--is stop whatever it is we're doing. Stop searching. Stop needing. Stop craving. And be. Just be. warning: a majority of this work will be in lower case on purposeLengkap
*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."
Detail lengkapPanduan Muatan