To Eternity | Wally Clark
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Last published Thu, Aug 15, 2024
"I'll wait for you, whenever you need me, no matter where you are, no matter if you don't love me anymore. I'll always be here for you, to love you, to hold you, to make you feel balanced. You're my other half, my twin flame according to Dawn. I love you, gorgeous."
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"Why can't I just die! Why can't I just ben with you, I can't live knowing you're only a realm away. To see you hurts me, it hurts my soul knowing we used to be together only another lifetime. Why must the universe do this to us"
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Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.Complete
BONES AND ALL ✮ WALLY CLARK
There's a ghost in the house. But, I've learned that the house is me. And the ghost is also me. WALLY CLARK ★ poetfilmv / 2025.
Coming Home
Completed. When you meet someone that makes you feel like the whole world is made out of diamonds and you are as happy as you ever wished for, you expect to grow old by his side. You will do anything for him, and he will do everything for you. Since forever isn't promised to anyone and the chosen roads will lead far away from one another, would there be any chance to meet again? They say there are all types of love, but never the same love twice, what if, there was only one love that melted your heart in a way that made you fly to the sky to be kissed by an angel? What if, his arms are the only ones you would want around you? What would you give to feel his touch and his lips, once again before you die? What if there was a secret to tear you up from the inside? Would love be enough to keep two different people together? All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, stored in a database and / or published in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Complete
Broken Hearts (Fractured Hearts #1)
Brielle Sage: Every beat of my heart is a constant reminder of fragility and uncertainty. I never know if I have enough time to say what I truly feel, to live without hesitation. Elias is my world, but how do you give your heart to someone when you're terrified it might stop before they have the chance of even hold it? Loving him is effortless, but confessing it feels impossible. So, I let myself have these moments of laughing at his ridiculous jokes, feeling safe in his presence, holding onto the quiet spaces where I can pretend that forever is ours. Even if it never can. Elias Gray: Brielle is my best friend. My anchor. My everything. She's sunshine even when she's scared, even when the weight of the unknown presses against her. I see the way she hides her fears, the way she tries to live in the present without acknowledging how fragile her future might be. And I want more than anything to protect her, to keep her safe and to fix what I know I can't fix. But there's something else. A feeling I can't name, something deeper than friendship, something I'm afraid to say aloud. Because what if I realize I love her, only to lose her?Complete
till death due us part ||| wally clark
˗ˏˋ "ɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ." {s1-s2} {wallyclark x oc}Complete![Survivin' - [B.C.]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/313085145-256-k51645.jpg)
Survivin' - [B.C.]
"Did I blow my mind on the wild side singing 'hallelujah' to 'em every night with you?" It was a coincidence; a miracle. The ignition of a soul. And in the following months, two extraordinary people learn to navigate life together and they learn that being human doesn't come with an instruction manual. But they'll be fine. They'll be fine. They think they'll be fine... "And it feels like I've been living upside down." Started: July 15th, 2022 Finished: December 30th, 2022 Word count: 112,448Complete
" မာမီရဲ့ငယ် " (Season 1)
မာမီက ဆရာမလဲ ဟုတ်သလို မွေးစားအမေလဲ ဖြစ်နေခဲ့တယ်။ သူမစည်းကမ်းတွေအောက်မှာ ခဏခဏအရိုက်ခံရတဲ့လူက ငယ် ပါပဲလေ။ (Season1+2) အစအဆုံးဖတ်ရန်// Tele username; Author_Nyxစီမှာ လာရောက်ဖတ်ရှုလို့ရပါတယ်။Complete![Closer To You [jikook]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/397961039-256-k458815.jpg)
Closer To You [jikook]
In the quiet spaces between words and silences, they stumble, two fractured souls reaching through the dark. Burnt mornings, tangled nights, and the weight of all the things left unsaid. Love here isn't a gentle flame, it's a storm, fierce and fragile, pulling them closer even as it threatens to tear them apart. This is a story of scars and surrender, of fragile hope whispered beneath broken breaths, and the endless ache of wanting someone to stay .. even when it feels impossible. Closer. Always closer.Complete
Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.
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