Serendipity
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Last published Tue, Jun 3, 2025
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"When I met him, it was serendipity-like finding solace in a world of chaos. Gradually, I became his peace, and in return, he became a part of my soul."
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I stared at him. Really stared.
His dark eyes were storm clouds-threatening, restless, hiding something he wasn't ready to say. The silence between us grew heavier, thick with things unsaid.
Slowly, he reached out and brushed away the tears tracing paths down my cheeks with his knuckles, as if afraid to touch me too much.
"So... this is it?" His voice cracked, betraying the calm he tried to keep.
"I guess," I whispered, the word barely audible over my sobs.
He pressed his forehead against mine. His curls tickled my skin, but the warmth was brittle-fragile, like glass ready to shatter.
We were standing on the edge of something we couldn't undo. And no matter what happened next, nothing would ever be the same.
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A love so deep, so pure-one that could only be felt in the bones; so peaceful, so loyal, it intertwined two different souls. But then, what went wrong?
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"Loving him was the calm; keeping him was the battle."
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