gravitate

gravitate

  • WpView
    Reads 37
  • WpVote
    Votes 16
  • WpPart
    Parts 13
WpMetadataReadOngoing11m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 5, 2021
in which i learn that sometimes, things are just meant to be. * drift spin-off * neither catlyn nor aaron expected to bump into each other at a concert after parting ways. six years after they had last seen each other, how much has changed? after all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. * * * at one point, i promised myself to let you go. yet here i am, in your arms again. no matter how much i drift away from you, i will always gravitate back to you. *reading drift is not necessary, but highly recommended :)*
All Rights Reserved
#216
reunited
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

  • Invisible String
  • STAGED
  • Always & Forever [Completed]
  • Luna
  • I know.
  • Stranger Not So Danger
  • ECHOES OF THE LAST BEAT
  • Chasing Daylight
  • To your heart's content
  • Flashing Lights (completed)

In the dimly lit waiting room of the therapist's office, a young woman sits with tense shoulders and determined eyes. She's just come out of her session-relieved, but still tangled in a quiet storm. She's a survivor of a traumatic kidnapping, and it shows-not in scars, but in the way she carries herself. Small in stature, yes, but you can feel the simmering anger beneath her skin, forged by everything she's been through and everything no one helped her fix. Across the room, another person waits. Quieter. Equally haunted. She fidgets, eyes darting, unable to stay still for long. There's history in her posture-years of growing up around violence, chaos, and never feeling safe. Her ADHD doesn't help; her mind's a pinball machine of thoughts, never landing, always spinning. When the first woman rises to leave, their eyes meet. Just for a second. Long enough to say everything words can't. "He's not really helping us, is he?" she murmurs under her breath. The other just nods. Silent. Knowing. Maybe they weren't supposed to meet again. But fate-messy, unpredictable fate-had other plans. Another day. Another place. Same ache in their bones. Something soft begins to grow between them. Tentative. Delicate. Real. They don't pretend it'll be easy, but in each other, they spot the flicker of something rare: hope. The kind that dares to whisper of healing, of peace, maybe even of love. "Even if we've only known each other a few months, it feels like I could tell you anything. Everything. From my darkest secrets to the dumbest memes. From late-night thoughts to chaotic brain farts. I don't know-It just feels right." -Clementine Sousa

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines