Unfinished And Unwritten
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MatureOngoing14m
Last published Sat, Jun 21, 2025
I met him online-what began as pixels and promises quickly became the center of my world. He knew the right words, the perfect lies. I gave him all of me, not realizing I was handing over pieces I'd never get back. What he left behind wasn't just heartbreak-it was a wound that never fully closed.
This is the story of a love that lived in the digital shadows, yet scarred me in the most real, devastating way. I battled silent nights, crushing anxiety, and thoughts darker than I ever imagined. I questioned my worth, my sanity, even my will to keep going-all because of one person who held too much power over my heart.
But then, when I was most fragile, someone new saw me-not the broken parts, but the whole. Love returned... gently, unexpectedly. Still, I wonder: Can you ever fully heal from the one who almost destroyed you? Can a new beginning erase the past?
This isn't just a love story. It's a survival story.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.
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