In the Quiet Between Us
- LECTURAS 33
- Votos 3
- Partes 4
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"One way or the other, sooner or later, it would turn out exactly like this: you got older, the storms quieter, the inner voices would fall silent, your urge would die down, you would sit at the bar and remember the old battles, wounds and pain, and you would laugh at how powerful and intense it had all been. And how useless and destructive too. That especially. In time, even these memories would fade until you knew them to be there somewhere, but couldn't feel them anymore. Just like he couldn't feel them right now. It would all be reduced to images and thoughts. Or not even that - you would only have a faint notion that there once was something different. That you once had felt and lived like that. But nothing would touch you anymore. You would have made your peace with everything. Eternal peace would rule where mighty battles were once raging. It would be like becoming a new person. Or perhaps rather a different person. A person you had longed to be in those dark, cold moments of your youth. Then you would finally arrive at the point that Alex had reached long before. You would know that the only possible happiness in life consisted in downing a few beers and having some lonely little thing suck your dick only to give her what she was craving for the most: a tender kiss and arms to hold her in the night. No more, no less."Concluida
Against All Odds
They weren't meant to be. Too different. Too distant. Too afraid to try. But love, when real, doesn't always wait for perfect timing. Sometimes it survives - against all odds.Concluida
A Love Meant to Break
When two broken souls find each other in the quiet corners of a noisy world, their love feels like salvation. But some loves are written in fading ink-beautiful, fleeting, and destined to hurt.
BELONG TO INFINITY (The endless tales of Sarra)
To them who are still unknown with the power of magical wand within them AND To them who are ready for some more magics to welcome...Concluida
When You See Beyond The Silence
It is just not a story.... It is the what if... Of my life. I know imagination is a great gift we are blessed with. Because it happen in reality. It is something that I am doing for the first time. With all my heart. I'm writing this with my whole heart and from my imagination. when two people choose silence over voice. When there was nothing to remember particularly nor anything tohelps us to see the beautiful senses and he imagines things that never happen nor will they be happening in future... Till the end Am writing this because I want to feel that thing which will never forget the entire.... It was always silent and two souls learned to Live in that silence...... When the pull between opposites drew them together but neither wanted to break that silence first it was not from Pride but because the others always think they don't even care. They both think the same but their et share of them had no Idea about that they both are thinking the same.... - By renna 🖤Concluida
The Quiet Between Us
It's not a love story. It's the ache of wanting someone you were never meant to want. She didn't plan to feel anything. He wasn't even supposed to be the doctor. What was meant to be a routine appointment stirred something deeper-a quiet ache, a forbidden pull. In the space between silence and small talk, her world shifted. This is a true story of unexpected emotional connection, of chemistry that whispered instead of shouted, and of the blurred lines between care and curiosity. It's not a love story. It's a story of awareness. Of reflection. Of the quiet ache of wanting- someone you were never supposed to want anything from.
"One way or the other, sooner or later, it would turn out exactly like this: you got older, the storms quieter, the inner voices would fall silent, your urge would die down, you would sit at the bar and remember the old battles, wounds and pain, and you would laugh at how powerful and intense it had all been. And how useless and destructive too. That especially. In time, even these memories would fade until you knew them to be there somewhere, but couldn't feel them anymore. Just like he couldn't feel them right now. It would all be reduced to images and thoughts. Or not even that - you would only have a faint notion that there once was something different. That you once had felt and lived like that. But nothing would touch you anymore. You would have made your peace with everything. Eternal peace would rule where mighty battles were once raging. It would be like becoming a new person. Or perhaps rather a different person. A person you had longed to be in those dark, cold moments of your youth. Then you would finally arrive at the point that Alex had reached long before. You would know that the only possible happiness in life consisted in downing a few beers and having some lonely little thing suck your dick only to give her what she was craving for the most: a tender kiss and arms to hold her in the night. No more, no less."
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