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Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht März 07, 2025
Senior year was supposed to be simple-but for Selene, it's anything but. As the farewell night draws near, she finds herself caught between the past and the future, between unspoken words and undeniable emotions. Always the one to hold things together, she now feels everything slipping through her fingers-friendships shifting, unspoken tensions thickening, and a lingering ache she can't quite name. Under the glow of fireworks, she stands at the edge of something unknown, torn between holding on and letting go. But when the night ends, will she walk away with closure-or with a heart full of regrets?
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It starts fast-like lightning striking dry earth. What begins as a spark becomes a fire neither of them can contain. It's the kind of love that keeps you up at night, wide-eyed and breathless, not out of fear, but because you can't bear to miss a single moment. It bruises the heart in places no one sees, but never breaks it-never harms it. Just leaves fingerprints, soft and lingering. Leaving would be easier if love ever truly left. But it doesn't. It lingers in the walls, in the sheets, in the silence between words. One heart clings to memory, loving what was. The other leans into the unknown, loving what might be. And somewhere in between, love becomes a duty-an unspoken promise, heavy and unshakable. All she wants is quiet now. Not the silence of loneliness, but the stillness of peace. A place where her heart doesn't have to choose between two kinds of love-only rest in the safety of her own.