Nightfall
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Last published Tue, Sep 23, 2014
I didn't notice I had already reached the fourth
floor of the building. I always get my ribcage almost broken from inhaling exhaling fast due to climbing long stairs, but the chaos in my thoughts as I took steps made me barely feel anything that is around.
10 minutes late and I jet my way to the corridor nudging everyone on my track and I finally become like Marlon, Nemo's dad, plopped out from struggling to swim escape the flood of jellyfishes.
I was composing myself and fixing my gaze straight when the earth turned to slooooowwmooooo-tion.
And a smile is running towards me.
The wind cooperates, feeding my hair to my mouth.
Mother of all one eyed meatballs, he's coming to me!
"Number three answer book..?"
I blink stupidly.
"Did you finish answering number three on your book?" He asks for the second time, face quite amused of my trance.
"Uh," I hold my index finger up in the air. "Oh! Right, the poem!" My hands immediately stumble through their way in my bag that's hanging on my shoulder.
"Let me hold your ba--"
"No need to," I retreat a step, "I'm fine."
I hand him the book and walk past him and he follows instantly.
Every head turned to us as we entered the door, exchanging looks with each other as if talking telepathically.
It's been a year but it feels like it happened only yesterday. The feeling of his hand entwined with mine, now so much of being galaxies apart.
He's already on the train while I'm still along the edge of the road, left behind with all the recollections he didn't mind leaving me every inch of them.
A year ago, Oliver and I were so much in love with each other.
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AND THEN THERE WAS US (BOOK 2)
BEFORE READING THIS MAKE SURE TO READ THE BOOK 1 FIRST- author They say love is patient. Love is kind. But no one ever told us that love... forgets. That sometimes, love comes home late, avoids your gaze, and smells like unfamiliar perfume. Minsan... love becomes a stranger wearing the face of the person you swore your life to. We were once the couple people envied. The ones who laughed at inside jokes, dreamed of baby names, and slow danced in the kitchen at 2AM. But things changed. Slowly. Quietly. At first, it was the way he stopped asking if I was okay. Then, it was the way I stopped answering-because I knew he wouldn't listen anyway. I never begged. Not for his time. Not for his love. Not even when I felt it slipping through my fingers. And he never noticed. Not the tears. Not the silence. Not even the way I held my stomach one last time and whispered goodbye. Some things were lost in the spaces between what we said... and what we never dared to. And sometimes, the loudest kind of heartbreak is the one no one hears. He held me once like I was his whole world. Now, I wonder if he'll remember the weight of my hand... When the world forgets I was ever here. Hindi ko alam kung kailan nagsimulang lumamig ang mga yakap mo. Kung kailan naging mas madalas ang katahimikan kaysa sa halik sa noo. Pero alam ko kung kailan ako tuluyang nawala sa'yo-noong hindi mo na ako hinanap. This isn't a story of blame. Or betrayal. Or even goodbye. This is the story of us. The version no one got to see. The part after the vows. The part where love stayed... but we didn't. "And Then There Was Us." Sometimes, forever isn't a promise. It's a countdown.Complete
Familiarity
I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.Complete
What It Could Have Been
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Thirst
Pain. Everywhere. I could hardly breathe. But still, I forced myself to stay awake. I couldn't risk falling asleep. I looked at the small cage he had put me in, and sighed to myself. I felt my eyes lose their yellow colour, and go back to my usual colour, hazel. It wasn't easy, being taken away from your family at a young age, and being changed. Into a monster. I didn't know exactly what I was, but I even scared myself when he took me to the woods to hunt, like he just had. I wish he would just let me die. But he wouldn't. Every day, he told me that I was his most precious valuable, and he couldn't let me go. But that doesn't stop my small fantasy of him letting me die. Nothing ever would. That was the thing that I wanted most in the world. That and one more thing. Blood.Complete
when you need me most
When you need me most, that's when I walk away. I've spent years with him-giving, pretending, sacrificing-but I've never really felt the way I thought I would. And still, I've never fully walked away. Each day feels heavier than the last, a quiet ache gnawing at me, reminding me that the person I'm losing isn't him... it's myself. People see us together and think it's enough. They see the smiles, the routines, the quiet mornings, the coffee he always makes, and they assume our love is perfect. They do not know the nights I lie awake, questioning if staying is worth the cost, or if leaving will destroy everything I've built inside myself. They do not know the small, invisible ways I've been disappearing-slowly, quietly, while he keeps holding on, unaware of how fragile I feel. It isn't that I don't care for him. He's kind, patient, and loving in ways that make me ache. But sometimes love isn't enough when it takes more than you can give-and when the person you're with doesn't meet you where you need them most. Between guilt, obligation, and the pull of familiarity, I've lost sight of myself, and I can't tell if I'm holding on to him... or just holding myself back. And now, when life throws new challenges his way, I have to face a question I've avoided for far too long: do I continue to sacrifice myself for a love that demands everything and gives only uncertainty? Or do I finally choose me-even if it means letting go?
beneath her shadow
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I Am Sarah Owens
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BEFORE READING THIS MAKE SURE TO READ THE BOOK 1 FIRST- author They say love is patient. Love is kind. But no one ever told us that love... forgets. That sometimes, love comes home late, avoids your gaze, and smells like unfamiliar perfume. Minsan... love becomes a stranger wearing the face of the person you swore your life to. We were once the couple people envied. The ones who laughed at inside jokes, dreamed of baby names, and slow danced in the kitchen at 2AM. But things changed. Slowly. Quietly. At first, it was the way he stopped asking if I was okay. Then, it was the way I stopped answering-because I knew he wouldn't listen anyway. I never begged. Not for his time. Not for his love. Not even when I felt it slipping through my fingers. And he never noticed. Not the tears. Not the silence. Not even the way I held my stomach one last time and whispered goodbye. Some things were lost in the spaces between what we said... and what we never dared to. And sometimes, the loudest kind of heartbreak is the one no one hears. He held me once like I was his whole world. Now, I wonder if he'll remember the weight of my hand... When the world forgets I was ever here. Hindi ko alam kung kailan nagsimulang lumamig ang mga yakap mo. Kung kailan naging mas madalas ang katahimikan kaysa sa halik sa noo. Pero alam ko kung kailan ako tuluyang nawala sa'yo-noong hindi mo na ako hinanap. This isn't a story of blame. Or betrayal. Or even goodbye. This is the story of us. The version no one got to see. The part after the vows. The part where love stayed... but we didn't. "And Then There Was Us." Sometimes, forever isn't a promise. It's a countdown.
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