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Loathing Eyes
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Complete, First published Jun 05, 2024
A girl has trauma from a girl in her childhood memories and  befriends a girl and is scared that it'll end the same.


(My way to vent but make it gay for pride's month :3 no cover for today, I'll probably do it tomr lol)
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THE DRENCHED CONFESSION

26 parts Complete Mature

On a rainy afternoon, two friends seek shelter together, their clothes drenched from the storm. As they dry off, unspoken tension builds between them. The protagonist finds themselves drawn to the other's beauty, their heart racing with emotions they never acknowledged before. A simple moment-brushing hair, a lingering touch-leads to a kiss, then something deeper, something intimate and electric. Their bodies speak in ways words never could, lost in the warmth of each other. But when the rain stops, so does the illusion. The moment shatters when one pulls away, apologizing-revealing that, despite everything they shared, they don't see the protagonist that way. Left alone, heartbroken, the protagonist is left to wrestle with the contradiction of feeling everything just moments before, only to lose it all in the silence that follows.