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Chasing you

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chasing found lost

"I loved you." 
"Should I give up or should I continue." 
"I'm confuse as ever." 
"Goodbye isn't an option." 
"If I'll stop, I'm done."All Rights Reserved

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YuanFen by hannarie_21

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

Threads of Tomorrow: Chase by ahrleyyy

Have you ever fallen in love with someone you wouldn't know will have a tremendous impact on your life? He is just a stranger but suddenly made your whole life different. Like, you did not read that specific book because you found the cover page boring. But when you go through its content, it caught your attention by surprise. He changed you. He has been part of your daily routine. You planned all your dreams with him. You prayed for him. You wanted to create a new beginning with him. But what if it all stopped? That "Once upon a time" did not end as a "Happily ever after". How will you move on? How will you step forward? How will you continue all the happy memories you have started with him? How will you accept the fact that he will no longer be with you anymore? How will you close the book that you have just started reading? No matter how far it is, no matter how high the mountain is, no matter how deep the ocean is, I will never stop chasing you. -- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is coincidental.

When Aftershocks Cease by AproditePain

How you ever wonder WHEN AFTERSHOCKS CEASE? Its like passing through the thin line of gaining and losing. Accepting your fate without a fight. Now I wonder how fate will go?

She Who Was A He (Hacienda Series #1) by MagnusCactusK

Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.

Yellowish Love (Girls love) by Moon_viewwww

She's someone everyone admires. Everyone loves her because she's lovely, kind, understanding, and beautiful. She's beautiful inside and out. It seems like she has no flaws at all. Every day when I see her walking into my coffee shop, I always see the color of yellow on her. It's like she's walking with a ray of sunshine behind her back. And every time she gets her order from me, I always see her pretty smile, and it always brightens up my day. Little did I know, the attraction that I felt towards her, I thought it was just a simple crush. But then I ended up loving her in a way that I didn't expect. I just woke up one day that I found myself smiling and dedicating that one song of maroon 5 to her. Yellow suits her the best.

Cecindei: Zeita Frumusetii by Sohara28

[ MPREG ] [ Trans X Straight ] Love really makes you do all the stupidest- oh, correction, obsession. Obsession really makes you do all the stupidest and unimaginable deeds. Is it embracing humiliation, discrimination, degradation, physical and psychological violence, inhumanity, and ruthlessness are part of what? Obsession? Love? Or maybe both. How can you let someone trample your morality, dignity- yourself.... your own self. Is it worth it? Is the pain worth it? Are you happy? Is the 'part' of obsession and love makes you happy? The undying unscientific paradox distressing Vanna since they take up residence in Lardizabal abode. Everyday those questions remain unanswered, for Vanna, it's next to impossible. Seeing how her sister was badly wounded, bruised, wet every time she came home from university makes her blood boil to her and.... to him. How can she let those animals do that to her? Those animals... that tyrant philandering narcissist- Damon. True to his name, a demon, no, a satan, the devil himself. Even the word demon is not suitable for his persona. Countless women was fucked and cried, many gay was beaten and humiliated. Gay? Is that a reason why he 'did' that to Vanna's sister? Why are they chasing that satan to begin with? Is it because of his breathtaking gorgeousness? His unparalleled godly face? Unbelievable but it's the truth. The reality of the society that slapped Vanna unkindly. It's really better to be slapped by the truth than to be kissed by a lie. It hurts but the pain helps her unfold her mind. She will not let it happen again. She must not let it happen again. As the true life begins to unfold, weaves of secrets and mysteries bound to be unveiled with looming weaves of suffering, weaves of uncertainty, and weaves of hope. A roller coaster of emotions that eventually jammed with unforeseeable affection. Smoldering with abhorrence turns to an alluring fragrance; then, an abyssal love will begin to ascent.

MOVE ON(OneShot Story) by mmtrishiaaa

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Marrying My Rapist ( 18 +only ) by CharleeNine

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LOVE GAME by MissChin_05

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YuanFen

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