Muted Heartstrings and Quiet Peeks

Muted Heartstrings and Quiet Peeks

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𝐌𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐐𝐏 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A story of a writer who found her creative catalyst, her artistic guide; her muse. When she met him for the first time, she gazed at him with awe. Even after seeing him a thousand times, she was unable to take her eyes off of him. She glances at him from afar, hoping he wouldn't notice while secretly hoping he does the same. She was quiet with her heartbeats, even holding her own breath just so he wouldn't hear the strums of her heartstrings longing for him, the muse to every piece she wrote. How hopelessly amused she was with him, like she was enamoured with him. She just hopes that her muted heartstrings and quiet peeks will remain unnoticed by him. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ 【 STATUS: on-going 】 【 epistolary, novel 】 【 zhacinxia ©2024 】 【 published: March 28, 2024 】
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Serene never expected to see Ronald again, not after four years of silence and distance. Yet, in a bar filled with strangers, there he is-sitting alone at the counter, lost in thought, a glass in his hand. She should turn away, focus on the life she built without him,her fiancé by her side, the present she chose. But for one fleeting moment, the past refuses to stay buried. Ronald doesn't look up, but he feels it-that undeniable shift in the air, the ghost of something unfinished pressing against him. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, he lifts his gaze. Their eyes meet. Serene's pulse stumbles. A split second, a breath too sharp-and then she blinks, shifting her gaze to anything,anyone else to escape his gaze piercing right through every nerve of her body They do not speak, do not acknowledge the history lingering between them, but in the unspoken, everything remains. Some stories don't need words to remind you they're not over. *Contains smut*

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