Tommorow will be a better day.

Tommorow will be a better day.

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., juil. 6, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
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"perhaps we can achieve another type of freedom. maybe we can feel freedom in another way. or have the ability to reach the sun without the fear of getting burnt by its raging lights. without the fear that its radiant rays wont hurt but rather bring warmth. rather than fear consuming you it gives you another feeling. something new. something you cant describe but cant help getting attached to it. its what makes us human. we reach for a freedom that seems far to touch. what makes us feel is what makes us human." -author.
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I've never been good at making decisions-somehow, I always end up hurting the people around me. So I chose silence, thinking it was the safest choice. But silence, I learned, is its own kind of chaos. It twisted how people saw me. Misunderstood. Misread. Misjudged. And yet, I remained quiet... because I didn't know how to ask for help. I couldn't survive without someone to lean on-without a presence to anchor me. So I chose the path that looked easiest, not because it was right, but because it was available. I got married-not out of love, not out of longing, not even curiosity-but out of necessity. It was an agreement, a shared convenience. A quiet contract between two strangers who needed something from each other. No butterflies. No spark. Just survival. I married a stranger... because sometimes, the heart stays silent when it's been unheard for too long.

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