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The dying song

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Parts 11
Time 3h 31m

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Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating.

***

She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek.
A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time.
That's all he left her.All Rights Reserved

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Sanely Yours by Ashra45786543

-- PROLOGUE "Let me get this straight. We have nothing in between us, except for the deal we made that day" he spoke in a monotonous tone. "I am the one carrying your name behind me; we are married. how can you say we have nothing in between us? Huh" She yelled at him, tears blurred her vision, and she spoke her heart to him. "For god's sake, this marriage was to save you! Can't you get that? I did not do it willingly, I do not love you!!" He yelled back at her, shattering her heart into pieces. "Why can't you just love me?" She spoke, as she cried the tears of hurt, and pain. Her heart thumped loudly due to the shivering sensation She felt all over her body. "I never made a commitment to you, or gave you any false hope, neither did i say that i love you. Did i?" He asked her, in a very cold tone. She looked at him through her teary eyes. It's getting difficult for her to even breathe. "It was your eyes, the damn eyes. Who gave me the false hope. They say, "Eyes speak the truth," but what about mine? Couldn't you feel the sincerity within them, expressing my deep affection for you? Why didn't you see the love shining in them? Was it too complex to understand? Couldn't you notice the warmth as they gazed at you? They search for you in every corner, If only you realized how they silently echoed the emotions I couldn't articulate. They say, "Eyes never deceive." But what about yours? They played a trick on me when they met mine, painting a facade of a world that wasn't real. They made me feel loved, Leading me into a belief that crumbled, louder than your spoken promises. Why did they betray me? Was it your eyes or you that masked the truth?" He stayed still, not moving or saying anything at her statement. --

RiKara~Aawaz Do Humko, Hum Kho Gaye by salley145

A dark night, the stars shine bright, A thunder came with a bright light, The rainy night, the sound of the rain, Gave him a great amount of pain. It was the night like the night long time ago, When he had love and never felt low, He had held him by his side not letting her go, But all go away one or the other day, no? He feared the rain, he feared the thunder, He still felt her or is it a blunder? Does the dead come back and wonder? Or is this also just another blunder? Hallucinations, Reality, Mixed Feelings and Emotions, Love, he thought, is a great potion, He laid to sleep without emotion, Else, he knew, he could cry an ocean. Her touch, her whisper, her nearness, and devotion, Only she, he knew, gave him such emotions, He felt her hands touch him in slow motion, He too touched her in the same motion. She was for real, he opened his eyes, Not blinking for once and face hardest byes, He wished the past things to be lies, Looking at her, he only cries. Those eyes, that smile, the sight in front of him, In his eyes, of happiness, he could feel tears brim, He held her from her waist so slim, His face, she caressed it by her limb. He felt her lips touch her skin, Her voice as if music of violin, Blinking his eyes became a sin, She disappeared in the air so thin.

Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED// by LiSuper

Years of abuse "I shakily touched my cheek to see blood on my fingers and broke down into tears" Lies "It's nothing, I'm fine" And fear "I started crying, trying to cover my head" Until 13 year old Y/N was Saved. *Please note this is not your typical BF/GF fanfic. There are also dark topics and vulgar language starting from chapter 8* *Sorry, I used 'she' as the pronoun. But you can replace it with your specification.* COMPLETED

NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru by salteasenpai

Suguru kissed her lovingly as his tongue danced on hers. His mind already running miles ahead with the obscenity he was going to unravel, one piece of fabric at a time. "I'll make this world a better place for you, my love~". ---- "You need to change." Satoru tried to get his brain to listen to him. "I should. I'm soaking." She looked at her dripping dress with a small pout on her face. "I might fall sick." Her heart picked up the pace as he pulled his blindfold off, his eyes waning more and more as he took a good look of every curve on her body. "Come here, kitten. Let me take it off for you." His tongue slipped but he wasn't even a tad bit sorry. ---- Rankings so far: #1 in anime #14 in jujutsukaisen #3 in satoru #5 in geto #1 in gojousatoru #5 in limitless #4 gojoxoc #3 getoxoc ---- Disclaimer: The timeline of the events are a little different. I know Geto killed a lot of people and ran away when he was still in JJ High, but in this book he graduates from JJ High and is a little older when he decides to switch sides. I don't claim credits for images or characters. Only the storyline is mine. If you see your art/pictures/image or if it belongs to someone you know, please dm for credits/removal.

Till The Spring by eyeshadowed

March, 2024 "Spring brings hope of love in a person's life." When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday. I never wanted to trust these words, I never wanted to fall for her, I was okay with the way I was, But....she happened. And I don't regret it. It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy. I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone. All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon. With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended. When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape. As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life. Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.

Who Will You Save? //Draft 1// by AbercrombieLynn

„The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?", she asked, the sound of her voice strained, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. The boy sat next to her, staring forward into the leaving sun. He didn't even look at the young woman when she spoke. Yet still he could feel himself, only a small part of himself, longing to hear more of her voice. It used to calm him down, singing soft lullabies whenever nightmares haunted him, or telling stories to him and his brother. It was the only comfort he could rely on. And he ended it before it could poison him. Silence filled the vast empty space. Only a single Rowan tree swayed in the non existent wind, its branches reaching down where the two figures sat, sheltering them from any harm that may come their way. It was time to leave this place again. He couldn't stay here for long. He hugged his knees tight, unconsciously swaying back and forth as he did so. Maybe, if he hugged himself hard enough, he could stay here and listen to one of her stories again? Just one short story. His efforts were in vain. He realized that when his hands and feet started to disappear, just like they have done thousands of times before. There was no way things could continue the way they were now. He knew he had to stop, but a selfish part of him was still holding onto that hope that everything would be okay once he opened his eyes. „Auntie,", he said, preparing his next words. „I... really prefer sunrises." 0101011101101111011100100110110001100100011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101011100110110000101110110011001010110110101100101

Echoes of the Rain by s_a_r_a_n_g_

In a quiet corner of the city, where the relentless hum of life seemed to pause with each drop of rain, Yuri lived in a world of memories. It had been five years since Yohan had left, and yet, for Yuri, time had folded into an endless loop of days marked by absence. The world outside might have changed-new buildings rose, the streets bustled with unfamiliar faces-but within the walls of her home, everything remained frozen in the past. Yohan's presence lingered in the soft echo of their conversations, in the scent of his favorite cologne still faintly clinging to the air, and in the cherished items she could never bring herself to part with. The rain, a constant companion to her grief, tapped insistently against the window as if pleading for her to acknowledge the passage of time. Every morning, Yuri woke to the same routine: the empty space beside her in bed, the unchanged arrangement of their photographs, and the silence that seemed to press in from all sides. Despite her outward facade of normalcy-going to work, engaging in polite conversations, and maintaining a semblance of order-inside, she was ensnared by the past. Yet, as the rain continued its gentle patter, something new stirred in the depths of her sorrow. An old, forgotten box, hidden away in the attic, had suddenly reemerged in her life. It was a relic from a time before the void, a tangible link to Yohan that promised both the comfort of nostalgia and the pain of unresolved emotions.

Take my titanium heart. by CrystalEio

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Abused Tsuna One-shot Collection (KHR) by ArrysaC80

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Sanely Yours

-- PROLOGUE "Let me get this straight. We have nothing in between us, except for the deal we made that day" he spoke in a monotonous tone. "I am the one carrying your name behind me; we are married. how can you say we have nothing in between us? Huh" She yelled at him, tears blurred her vision, and she spoke her heart to him. "For god's sake, this marriage was to save you! Can't you get that? I did not do it willingly, I do not love you!!" He yelled back at her, shattering her heart into pieces. "Why can't you just love me?" She spoke, as she cried the tears of hurt, and pain. Her heart thumped loudly due to the shivering sensation She felt all over her body. "I never made a commitment to you, or gave you any false hope, neither did i say that i love you. Did i?" He asked her, in a very cold tone. She looked at him through her teary eyes. It's getting difficult for her to even breathe. "It was your eyes, the damn eyes. Who gave me the false hope. They say, "Eyes speak the truth," but what about mine? Couldn't you feel the sincerity within them, expressing my deep affection for you? Why didn't you see the love shining in them? Was it too complex to understand? Couldn't you notice the warmth as they gazed at you? They search for you in every corner, If only you realized how they silently echoed the emotions I couldn't articulate. They say, "Eyes never deceive." But what about yours? They played a trick on me when they met mine, painting a facade of a world that wasn't real. They made me feel loved, Leading me into a belief that crumbled, louder than your spoken promises. Why did they betray me? Was it your eyes or you that masked the truth?" He stayed still, not moving or saying anything at her statement. --