Under This Chaotic Rain
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Last published Sat, Mar 21, 2020
I understood him, yet at the same time, I couldn't...
But he understood me, more than I understood myself.
He was a mystery that would always put a smile on my face; a mystery I was alright not solving. When I looked at him, like really looked at him, I could see all the passion, all the hurt, and all the joy he put into every key on the piano he played, in every cord on the violin, in every word he wrote on a page.
And he was mine...
What do I have now? A silent piano, and a wordless page.
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She met him at a coffee shop. And her whole world changed.
Perri was an artist, drawing whatever story wandered into her soul; Liam was a violinist, pianist and poet, who was always creating, in the silence and in the chaos.
She was loud; he was shy
She didn't take no for an answer; he did
She hated sad music; he lived for it
She never wanted to love someone again; he believed he couldn't be fully loved
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She loved him in silence for ten years. Not the kind of silence that fades into forgetfulness, but the kind that hums beneath every breath, every glance, every reckless tease. Nyx Ashton danced along the edge of propriety, never crossing the line-but always daring him to notice. Her family's bodyguard, stoic and unreadable, was the only man who ever made her feel seen and invisible all at once. She thought she understood him. Thought he understood her. Until one night shattered the illusion. A night she'd dreamed of, longed for, and finally claimed-only to wake with a heart splintered by misunderstanding. She believed he belonged to someone else. A family. A life she could never touch. So she did the only thing she knew how to do: she ran. Four years passed. Four years of exile, of trying to forget, of pretending she hadn't left her heart behind in his quiet hands. But love, once rooted, does not die easily. It waits. It aches. It becomes a ghost that follows you across oceans. Now she's back. And he's still there. Watching. Waiting. Wounded. He never understood why she left. Why the warmth in her eyes turned cold. Why the girl who once dared to love him now speaks with practiced indifference. He had feelings-buried, conflicted, restrained by duty and difference. But he indulged her, trusted her, believed in the boundary she never crossed. Until she did. Now, she's slipping away again. And this time, he might not let her go. They were never built on honesty. Never brave enough to speak the truth. But beneath the silence, beneath the pain, something still pulses-wild and fragile.
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