Shadow of the Past

Shadow of the Past

  • WpView
    Reads 33,663
  • WpVote
    Votes 253
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
WpMetadataReadOngoing27m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jan 24, 2022
"It still fucking hurt Kai, it still fucking hurt. Will it ever subside? Will it ever disappear? Until when I will be able to survive this pain? Until when? Kai I still love you. I never stop loving you, I don't think I ever will and that's the hardest part." She murmurs to herself while sobbing and clutching the phone near her heart. She remains on the same position, with head on her office table, until she calms herself. All this time the pain never subsides in fact, as the time passes by it intensifies that it became unbearable, the pain that sips to her bone and swallow her entire soul. How should she stop this? Is there a way? Same question again and again? And time again, she doesn't have answer but Kai, only Kai. WARNING: Contain mature contents. ⛔️ Minors 🔞 read at your own risk ✅ Responsible people only
All Rights Reserved
#6
shadowofthepast
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Into the Velvet
  • Contrasting Hearts: The Two Worlds Intertwined
  • Ishq Zeher Tera • Poisonous Love Of Yours
  • Just Like A Wind [Kaisoo]
  • The Latest Nights (Convenience Store Romance)
  • SHE against Pains (KAI Exo)
  • || 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑 || ✔️
  • Their Beloved ☆ EXO fanfic
  • Hate love

*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."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines