Porcelain

Porcelain

  • WpView
    Reads 3
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Jun 1, 20255m
A love that mistook silence for peace, possession for affection, and sculpted her until she became porcelain: beautiful, fragile, untouchable. While he admired her as if she were art, she unknowingly ceased to be human. She hardened slowly, until she could no longer feel. Not pain, not desire, not freedom. Because sometimes, what breaks us is not the scream, but the care that hardens in silence.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Quiet Between Us
  • A Bloom After Winter
  • LETTERS TO HER SILENCE
  • She needs the love
  • Skin | H. L. Hope
  • Shattered Hearts, Rebuilt Love
  • In the hands of heaven
  • Two Years Too Late
  • Brutally yours

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.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines