Chasing Altitudes

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Parts 20
Time 8h 25m

Reads 391
Votes 8
Parts 20
Time 8h 25m

Mature

Two hearts chasing altitudes, drawn to the skies and to each other, yet grounded by the fact that love can't ascend when a part of you still lives in the past.All Rights Reserved

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Barcelona is my present, but not my beginning. The life I live now is built on fragments of a past I rarely speak of - faces that linger in my memory, moments that refuse to fade, choices that reshaped me in ways I never saw coming. Among those shadows is a connection I can't quite forget, a presence that still whispers through the silence of who I am. I carry those echoes quietly, hidden between who I was and who I've become. And though I try to move forward, the past still walks beside me, guiding me toward a future I can't yet fully see.

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