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нареальныхсобытиях смертьлюбимогочеловека

В моей книге, я делюсь с вами самым личным и сокровенным: историей моей любви и утраты. Эта книга - это мой способ говорить о боли и надежде, о жизни, которая продолжается, несмотря на разлуку.

Мой любимый человек был для меня не просто другом и партнёром, но и источником света в самых тёмных моментах. Через эту книгу я стремлюсь передать ту безграничную любовь и глубину, которые он оставил в моем сердце. Я рассказываю о наших воспоминаниях, о его поддержке, которая стала моим путеводным светом, и о том, как я учусь жить с его отсутствием.

Каждая страница наполнена моими переживаниями и размышлениями о том, как найти утешение и смысл в жизни после утраты. Это не просто рассказ о горе, а о том, как любовь и память о любимом человеке могут помочь нам двигаться вперёд.

Книга, посвященная ему- это мой способ сказать: «Ты всегда будешь со мной», и передать всем, кто переживает что-то подобное, что надежда и любовь могут стать нашими самыми крепкими опорами в трудные времена.All Rights Reserved

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❛ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴋᴀᴄᴄʜᴀɴ❜ by Little0bsessions

[BOOK TWO OF THREE] "у-у'киσω ι-ι ℓσνє у-уσυ...я-яιgнт?" "∂σи'т ∂σ тнαт..." "я-яιgнт?" нє яєρєαтє∂, ωιтн мσяє υяgєи¢у. "у-уєѕ σf ¢συяѕє, вυт ∂σи'т fυ¢кιиg ∂σ тнαт....ιт'ѕ ℓιкє уσυ'яє ѕαуιиg gσσ∂вує, ωнι¢н уσυ нανє иσ иєє∂ тσ ∂σ." нє ѕмιℓє∂ ωєαкℓу. ℓιfтιиg нιѕ нαи∂ υρ ѕℓιgнтℓу, нιѕ fιиgєяѕ вяυѕнє∂ αgαιиѕт му ¢нєєк, иσ ∂συвт ѕтяєαкιиg му fα¢є ωιтн нιѕ вℓσσ∂. "ι-ι'м ѕ-ѕσ ѕ-ѕσяяу.....к-кα¢¢нαи," нє ¢συgнє∂, нιѕ fєαтυяєѕ тωιѕтιиg ιи ραιи αfтєя тнє ωσя∂ѕ ℓєfт нιѕ ℓιρѕ. нιѕ вσ∂у вє¢αмє ωєαк, нιѕ нαи∂ fαℓℓιиg вα¢к тσ нιѕ ѕι∂є αи∂ тнє gℓσω σf ℓιfє тнαт нιѕ єуєѕ σи¢є нα∂ ∂ιѕαρρєαяє∂ ιи αи ιиѕтαит. "иσ!" ι ѕ¢яєαмє∂, ¢ℓυт¢нιиg нιѕ ℓιfєℓєѕѕ вσ∂у ¢ℓσѕє тσ мє. му ωнσℓє ωσяℓ∂ ¢αмє ¢яαѕнιиg ∂σωи αяσυи∂ мє, αи∂ ѕυ∂∂єиℓу ιт вє¢αмє ѕσ нαя∂ тσ вяєαтнє. иσтнιиg єℓѕє ѕєємє∂ яєℓєναит αиумσяє. ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ℓєανє мє... ❝ι иєє∂ уσυ, ∂єкυ.❞ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ/ʙᴀᴋᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ➼ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ ⚠ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ⚠ : ᴛʜɪs ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ (ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡ

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A Poet's Secret by ookayooh

Being in love with your best friend isn't the ideal life situation but for Zora, it's her only life situation. Secretly harboring her feelings for her best friend, Sierra, Zora pours her emotions into her journal in the form of poetry. After years of keeping her attraction for her friend at bay and trying to deny her feelings by forcing herself to love a boy who unconditionally loves her, Zora's favorite emotional outlet becomes the cause of her life falling apart as the truth finally comes out. ***** It was happening again. It was dark, sunset, I waited for her to be done with volleyball practice 'because she was my ride'. Somehow we wandered from the gym to the football field and we were sitting at the very top of the bleachers staring at each other. Her dark hair mirrored the direction of the wind, the setting sun being replaced by the brightness of her smile. We were sitting so close I could feel her warmth. It was an unusual situation. Friends don't do this. We held eye contact for a long time before I couldn't take it anymore and just closed my eyes. It wasn't real, she was just my friend. Then, I felt her tuck a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. That with the chill of the night sent shivers down my spine and a swarm of butterflies attacked my stomach. I reopened my eyes. If she didn't want me, why did she look at me that way? I held her hand and I held it for so long because I didn't know if we'd have another moment like this. We talk and laugh and she tells me I'm pretty and I ask her if she'd just noticed that and we laugh again. I realize the feelings I felt in that moment were not just the intense feelings of attraction that I felt every time I was with her. Warmth flooded to my face and if it wasn't for my dark complexion, my blush would be noticeable. I look into her dark-colored eyes and I come to the conclusion that I'm royally fucked and I'm probably also in love.

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Secret Mind ✓ by sadlyish

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❛ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴋᴀᴄᴄʜᴀɴ❜

[BOOK TWO OF THREE] "у-у'киσω ι-ι ℓσνє у-уσυ...я-яιgнт?" "∂σи'т ∂σ тнαт..." "я-яιgнт?" нє яєρєαтє∂, ωιтн мσяє υяgєи¢у. "у-уєѕ σf ¢συяѕє, вυт ∂σи'т fυ¢кιиg ∂σ тнαт....ιт'ѕ ℓιкє уσυ'яє ѕαуιиg gσσ∂вує, ωнι¢н уσυ нανє иσ иєє∂ тσ ∂σ." нє ѕмιℓє∂ ωєαкℓу. ℓιfтιиg нιѕ нαи∂ υρ ѕℓιgнтℓу, нιѕ fιиgєяѕ вяυѕнє∂ αgαιиѕт му ¢нєєк, иσ ∂συвт ѕтяєαкιиg му fα¢є ωιтн нιѕ вℓσσ∂. "ι-ι'м ѕ-ѕσ ѕ-ѕσяяу.....к-кα¢¢нαи," нє ¢συgнє∂, нιѕ fєαтυяєѕ тωιѕтιиg ιи ραιи αfтєя тнє ωσя∂ѕ ℓєfт нιѕ ℓιρѕ. нιѕ вσ∂у вє¢αмє ωєαк, нιѕ нαи∂ fαℓℓιиg вα¢к тσ нιѕ ѕι∂є αи∂ тнє gℓσω σf ℓιfє тнαт нιѕ єуєѕ σи¢є нα∂ ∂ιѕαρρєαяє∂ ιи αи ιиѕтαит. "иσ!" ι ѕ¢яєαмє∂, ¢ℓυт¢нιиg нιѕ ℓιfєℓєѕѕ вσ∂у ¢ℓσѕє тσ мє. му ωнσℓє ωσяℓ∂ ¢αмє ¢яαѕнιиg ∂σωи αяσυи∂ мє, αи∂ ѕυ∂∂єиℓу ιт вє¢αмє ѕσ нαя∂ тσ вяєαтнє. иσтнιиg єℓѕє ѕєємє∂ яєℓєναит αиумσяє. ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ℓєανє мє... ❝ι иєє∂ уσυ, ∂єкυ.❞ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ/ʙᴀᴋᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ➼ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ ⚠ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ⚠ : ᴛʜɪs ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ (ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡ