inner thoughts : afterhour
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Last published Tue, Jun 17, 2025
as the world outside falls silent, the internal monologue intensifies. "inner thoughts : afterhour" delves into the intimate space between wakefulness and slumber, where the day's remnants - anxieties, reflections, and half-formed hopes - drift and swirl in the quiet darkness before sleep's embrace.
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𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 - To the young girl who whispered one word under that birthday sky, and the man who simply didn't recognize its weight at the time. This is for hearts that waited, for love that refused to fade despite rejection. Fate is fickle. Promise is fragile. Dedicated to those who hold onto hope, even when tomorrow offers no guarantee. *･･*:.｡..* :𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: *..｡.:*･･* 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 × 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟖 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
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"ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ," "𝑛𝑜," "sɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ʏ/ɴ," - ♫ ♪ ☯︎︎ ♪ ♫ - 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐦, 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧. Nᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ⵊ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ, ⵊ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs. Sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs ꜰᴏʀ Wᴀʏ ᴏꜰ Wᴀᴛᴇʀ Sequel out now!Complete
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She was in her own world looking at him with love as he pulled her into his world colliding both again..everytime with affection Love... Sometimes sadness also bring us more closer ..to each otherComplete
Because of a terrible storm, the Sullys are stranded on a small island, thinking fate has placed them there by themselves for the rest of their days. However, the oldest boy, Neteyam, finds the means of escape in an artist with ocean rippled skin, who comes to like him . . . perhaps a little too much. [Record: #1 NetayamxAonung] [Record: #1 Avatarfic] [Record: #1 Aonete] [Record: #1 Netenung]
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