DO THE STARS REALLY SHINE?? -DEBASHRUTI BHADURI

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The deceased too do feel....... they too do have hearts; memories of the past do still occur them....    

incidents get washed away, but memories still exist somewhere in a lonesome sector of the heart.All Rights Reserved

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DO THE STARS REALLY SHINE??
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"Scars are those rare things that never go away. They may fade over time or become dull, but they never fully go away. They become one of those things that every time you look at them, the memories and pain that caused it all come back. People only associate them with pain. As much as it hurts me to say, you've become nothing but a scar to me."

Childhood best friends, lovers at most, memories ripped from him. Will they find each other or will they live on without one another?

What will you do when something which is your is not yours anymore? One forgotten promise.. One who remember. One who forget. Heart Break. Betrayal. Tragedy. Pain. Will you fight for it? Will you let it go? She decided to fight for it even if it destroys him and her in the process. He is hers and He should remember it after all first love is unforgettable. Is not it? What will she do when her decision come back to bite her where it hurts the most? What will she do when horrible truth comes out? Will he remembered? Can she save him from self destruction? Or, Will she be the reason? Somewhere along the way He became a part she want to hold on too. Somewhere along the way She became a part he look forward too. Where will it get them? What will be the price?

"I waited ages just so I could meet you again." 𖤓☽ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Hands gripped my hips, and I was tugged back against a solid chest. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed on my hip. In one swift motion, he had me secured against him. Every inch of my skin that was flushed against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my dress and his blazer. Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn't care that my lips had parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Keeping our gazes locked, my arms lifted of their own accord, my hands linking behind his neck. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. And we were dancing. The memory of us dancing when we were children crossed my mind. How ironic it was that we'd found ourselves in the same situation after twenty years and now that we seemed like completely different people.

Remember me when I'm gone. Teen romance Fantasy Hurt/Loss

Memories? Anemia? Accidents? Do all things are connected because it is already destined to happen? This is about the story of two that will make you realize tha love doesn't fade but lasts forever.

Hireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My escape when I can't find it in real life.

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"Scars are those rare things that never go away. They may fade over time or become dull, but they never fully go away. They become one of those things that every time you look at them, the memories and pain that caused it all come back. People only associate them with pain. As much as it hurts me to say, you've become nothing but a scar to me."

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