Saudade * Ted nivison x reader <3

Saudade * Ted nivison x reader <3

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Saudade- (n.) A nostalgic feeling to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains" "Wait a second," he said, pointing toward the camera. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Your heart stopped. Austin perked up. "Oh? Do we have a bit of history here already?" You cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "Uh... maybe? I was your waitress in that Rainforest Café video." Ted's face lit up with recognition, and he laughed, shaking his head. "No way! That's hilarious. I thought you looked familiar!"
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I sit amidst the dingy shadows, enveloped by the stench of neglect. A week - or is it an eternity? - has passed since Declan's departure, leaving me shackled to this wretched existence. The darkness seems to suffocate me, an unrelenting shroud that wraps around my soul. My mind reels with the weight of my conscience, the crushing burden of what-ifs. If only I had listened, if only I had been wiser, if only... The torment of my thoughts rivals the agony etched on my body. Each bruise tells a story of regret, every wound a testament to my folly. Time lost all meaning in this bleak confinement. Days blend into nights, hours dissolve into an endless expanse of nothingness. I've lost count of the moments I've spent wallowing in self-loathing, my heart heavy with the weight of sorrow. My eyes, once bright and full of life, now hang limp, swollen from the deluge of tears. The Sahara desert would envy the ocean I've cried, yet the ache within me remains unquenched. The radiance that once defined me has faded, extinguished by the crushing blow of my own mistakes. In this desolate room, I'm forced to confront the shadows of my past. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the haunting whispers of my conscience. Madness creeps in, its icy tendrils snaking through my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My reflection would be unrecognizable to those who once knew me. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, and skin stretched taut over brittle bones. My body, once strong and resilient, now trembles with each faint heartbeat. The frailty of my form mirrors the fragility of my spirit.

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