Torn Between Peaks

At the summit of the mountain, I stood tall, looking out over the vast landscape before me. It was as if I had reached the pinnacle of success, a place where I could survey the world with a sense of accomplishment. Yet, even as I basked in the glory of my achievements, I felt a sense of unease creeping in. I realized that I was not truly meant to be here, that I had only reached the top by following in the footsteps of others.

I tried to mold myself to fit in, to conform to their expectations, but it was a futile effort. I was different, unique in a way that set me apart from the rest. And then, you came along, a force that pulled me down from my lofty perch, back to the earth where I truly belonged.

You saw through my facade, recognizing the secrets that I had kept hidden for so long. With you, I could be myself, raw and unfiltered. But in doing so, I had broken the rules, crossed boundaries that were never meant to be crossed. I had fallen in love with you, a love that was forbidden and fraught with danger.

Now, as I stand at the bottom of the mountain, facing the consequences of my actions, I am reminded of the fragility of life. I have learned that success and achievement are not the be-all and end-all, that true happiness lies in being true to oneself. And as I gaze up at the mountain, I know that I will never be the same again because you are at top of it.

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Rewriting one of my first ever stories on wattpad. I wrote it as I was 16 years old, now I am 22. Let's get back to the roots