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Continúa, Has publicado mar 26, 2025
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They say that some stories don't need a happy ending to be beautiful. Sometimes, the most intense loves are the ones that burn quickly but leave behind echoes that never fade. That's how our story was.

We found each other in a corner of the internet, where words became the bridge between two souls that might have never met otherwise. From cold screens and late-night messages, we built a universe of our own. One smile exchanged over a video call, one night spent sharing our dreams, and suddenly, everything took shape. In the end, reality was no longer enough without each other's presence.

Our meeting felt like a dream caught between two worlds-the virtual and the real. We laughed, we cried, we loved. We learned to hold hands through storms and to lift each other up when life knocked us down. But perhaps some stories are meant to be lessons, not destinations.

Our paths have parted, yet I remain trapped in that story, in the memory of days when love felt like it would last forever. You moved on, continued your life, while I stayed here, lost in memories, hoping that one day, your steps might lead you back to me.

But stories like ours never truly end, do they?
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Life had always been a puzzle-one that didn't quite fit together. I was born into a world of contradictions. My mother, torn between her faith and a set of beliefs rooted in an ever-evolving reality, did the best she could. But the path we walked was anything but easy. She wasn't the comforting kind of mother; instead, she was tough, demanding, and at times, cruel. But in the chaos of it all, I tried to find a version of love that made sense, a version of peace that I could hold on to. When I was young, I never felt like I belonged. Maybe it was because I was often the outsider-the girl whose father was absent, whose family was scattered across worlds they could never understand. Maybe it was because my mother never really had time for me, too busy with her own battles to notice how much I needed someone to truly see me. My world was filled with words that cut deeper than knives, accusations that always seemed to land on me. Yet, despite all of this, there was a fire in me, a hunger to rise above the noise. I was just seventeen when I took my first step into a new world, a world where I could create myself, far from the prying eyes of those who couldn't understand. But even as I moved forward, my past followed me like a shadow I couldn't shake off. It wasn't long before I found myself walking a tightrope between expectations and desires. As I tried to figure out who I was in a place that felt foreign, I made mistakes-some small, some big, but all of them mine. It was in those moments of weakness that I found strength I never knew I had. Every mistake was a lesson. Every tear shed was a step closer to becoming someone who could walk her own path. But life didn't stop. It never does.
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"Almost, Always" 🍁🌹 Some people enter your life like whispers...soft, sudden, and gone before you can hold on. She didn't expect to see him again. Not after years, not like this. Not when she had finally learned how to forget the boy who never truly left her mind. But fate isn't loud..it's quiet, casual... cruel. In a classroom filled with noise, their glances screamed stories. A slow-burn connection, unsaid words, and almosts that could've been everything. This is not a fairytale. This is a memory rewritten..with the ending she deserved.