In the remote solitude of a cabin nestled deep in the Colorado wilderness, Claire, a girl who has always felt out of place, seeks refuge from a world she can't quite connect with.
Haunted by her own inner darkness, she escapes to this isolated haven, hoping to find peace in the silence of nature. The cabin, once owned by a reclusive individual who valued privacy above all, becomes her sanctuary.
As she settles in, Claire stumbles upon a hidden box buried in the dust of the cabin. Inside, she discovers a collection of journals adorned with a striking image: a heart painted red, mended with golden bandages and silver stitches, symbolizing resilience amidst pain. Intrigued by the haunting beauty of the cover, Claire can't help but wonder about the stories these journals hold.
As she flipped each page, she reveals the ramblings of a heart burdened with unspoken emotions, thoughts that were too fragile or too complex to be voiced aloud.
As Claire delves deeper into these journals, she uncovers a world of fantasy intertwined with raw, human pain, one that resonates deeply with her own hidden struggles. These journals become a mirror to her soul, and the line between the past owner's thoughts and her own begins to blur.
In this strange and unexpected connection, Claire may just find the understanding and solace she has always sought to her writing hidden within the pages of another's, rambling heart.
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A then I ask myself, what more could I add? To understand is to feel and to feel is painful ride.
Book cover Art by: ME!
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger.
"He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip.
"So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?"
"I... I will..."
"You will what?"
"I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said.
"From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."