YOU CHANGED MY STORY!!

YOU CHANGED MY STORY!!

  • WpView
    Reads 1,223
  • WpVote
    Votes 76
  • WpPart
    Parts 25
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 40m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 25, 2024
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
SLOW UPDATES He has always been classified as the type that doesn't care, has time for no one and anything except his friends and family. He didn't care for a relationship,he told himself he was content on his own. Always known as someone who doesn't talk much. That's how he liked it, quite and calm. Until she suddenly came into his life. "I have never believed in the saying of soulmates" he said while talking to her on his bed. They both laid by their sides looking at one another. "Really" she said looking at him in the eyes. All you could see in her eyes is love for him. ''Yes,love. My life has always been colorless and dark until you came into it" he said looking at her with adoration and love. " You sure indeed changed my story" he said softly and kissed her..
All Rights Reserved
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

  • My Obsession #2
  • Zane Wilder
  • His Sunshine | ✓
  • The Poisonous Melaina
  • You're Mine (Harry Styles-Fanfiction)
  • Something There
  • Green & Grey
  • It Was Always You
  • Summer ties

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines