The Ocean Wanted A Kiss

The Ocean Wanted A Kiss

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"And maybe life isn't meant for everyone..." My therapist said, taking off her nerdy glasses and I could already see the sparkle in her eyes. And my therapist gave up on me just like everyone. My name is Lilith Gray, I'm a seventeen years old teenager. My name simply means the night ghost, it suits me. Ghosts put on their human-being masks and get out to the streets like nothing's wrong with them, while I put on my colorful clothes and pretend like nothing's wrong with me. I'm not dead, but not alive either. I'm just a ghost with a beating heart. I'm the one who's never good enough. Not for her friends, her family, boys, anyone. I'm the bounceback. I'm the second choice. I wasn't a suicidal teenager, like I had never thought that my depression would take me that far. It's not much that I wanted to be dead, it's that I didn't want to live anymore. I didn't want to live through that shit alone. I didn't want to pretend like I'm fine, wearing my colorful clothes and my bold makeup to cover the bags underneath my eyes. Until that day came when my boyfriend dumped me. He told me he's leaving because I smoked cigarettes. I stopped in fear of losing that one I thought loved me forever. I went by his place to tell him that I broke my bad habit. I saw him pressing his lips against someone new. The only thing I hit against my lips was a cigarette. I was mentally, emotionally and physically numb. I went to walk by the ocean but it asked me for a goodnight kiss, and all I did was making out with its salty taste.
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"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.

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