Labyrinth of Feelings
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I wonder if the stars remember the first time we looked up at them. If they hold their breath when we make a wish,waiting to see if we'll be brave enough to make it come true. They told me to stop eroticizing everything but how could I, when the curve of your cheeks looks like a bridge to a life i never dreamed i could touch?
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Faith or Mistake?
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Almond
"Some people teach you how to speak again. Others make you wish you'd stayed silent." _____ Almond A quiet love. A buried past. A story that will leave you aching. She doesn't talk much-not about the things that matter. Not about the names she still can't say aloud. Not about the night that changed everything. She just wants to breathe without breaking. To disappear into the background and not be noticed. But He notices her. Gentle where others push, patient where others pry-he doesn't ask her to open up. He just stays. And sometimes, that's louder than words. But love is never simple. And even the softest hearts have storms waiting inside them. "A soft love story wrapped in ache, healing, and unspoken words. Walk with me through the quiet chaos of two broken hearts trying to find their way. You won't regret it." -----
Brutally yours
To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.Concluida
Save Me
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.Concluida
What the Righteous Man Ruined (2 of 3)
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Color Added
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"when we weren't looking"
--- Ethan POV: When We Weren't Looking They always said I had it all-grades, popularity, the perfect smile. But no one ever asked what I was running from. I wasn't supposed to notice her. She wasn't supposed to matter. But then... she looked at me like I was human-not some perfect boy on a pedestal. She saw through the act. And suddenly, I couldn't stop thinking about the girl everyone overlooked. We weren't supposed to fall. But love doesn't ask for permission-it just happens... when we weren't looking. ---Concluida
Kisses Didn't Cure Me
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The Same Heart
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