Digital Love
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Última atualização dom, jul 6, 2025
It was just another sleepless night until a stranger messaged me at 2:03 a.m. No name. No photo. Just a blank profile and a voice hidden behind three blinking dots. What started as a random text slowly turned into something deeper-something I didn't see coming. Sometimes, the most powerful connections begin with silence... and a single "Hey."
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The Day We Met
Everything seemed perfect behind the screen-cheerful voices over calls, familiar faces through video chats. Though I may appear introverted to those around me, with them, I felt entirely myself. They brought out a version of me I hadn't known-transforming my darker days into something beautiful. Now, I find myself wondering: was it love, or simply a powerful connection? The thought of analyzing it is overwhelming, as relationships can be both meaningful and intimidating. Soon, I'll be meeting the people who uplift my spirit-my close friends, my chosen family. I'm filled with excitement, yet a hint of nervousness-especially about seeing the one who brought me so much joy. Still, I wouldn't trade this moment for anything. I'm truly looking forward to spending these special days with the people who make life lighter.Concluída
Are you okay?
She wanted to die. He wanted to live. ••• A hand grabbed onto my wrist, yanking me back just as the train rushed past, before I'd even had time to comprehend whether or not I'd carry out the action. I stumbled back into the person's chest, my heart jumping out as I swivelled around, startled to find myself staring into piercing dark brown eyes. "Were you going to jump?!" "No," I drawled out sarcastically, ignoring the intensity of his eyes as they bore into my own, "I just stand on the edge of train platforms at midnight because I feel like it." Seeing the stranger tense, I stepped away from the edge, feeling his hand let go of mine as I picked up my bag before moving to sit down on one of the platform benches. Letting out an evident sigh of relief, he sat down after tentative movements towards me, and I could feel his intense gaze raking across my features. His eyes never left me, I was sure of it, with every step both he and I had taken. "Are you okay?" He had asked warily, apparent apprehension in his deep voice while he spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?" "What's there to talk about?" I threw his question back at him, watching him study me for a few critical moments before his potent gaze switched to our surroundings. "I did just watch you nearly kill yourself; that might be a place to start?" ••• She didn't expect for a complete stranger to stop her milliseconds away from committing suicide. She didn't expect him to be so kindhearted and patient. He didn't expect to stop her from jumping in front of a train the first time they met. He didn't expect to find himself falling for the one girl he knew he shouldn't. [Word Count: 180,000 - 200,000]Concluída
To the Boy Who Made Me Feel Everything
Some stories begin with a kiss. Ours began with a handshake and silence. He wasn't supposed to mean anything-just a classmate, a stranger, a passing name. But somehow, he became the boy who made me feel everything. The one I texted when I didn't know what to say. The one I looked for in crowded rooms without meaning to. The one who sat beside me once on a bus...and never really left. This isn't a perfect love story. There were no grand gestures, no dramatic declarations, and no promises. Just two people, slowly breaking and becoming, in a world that never stopped moving. He wasn't mine. But he felt like home.
Saved By a Stranger
No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."Concluída
Two Years Too Late
They were strangers bound by an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. She, a quiet dreamer who had secretly loved him for years. He, a pragmatic man who saw marriage as an obligation, not an emotion. For two years, they lived as roommates - her world revolving around him, and his life quietly orbiting her without realizing it. Until one night, a phone call could have changed everything - if only he had picked up. That night changed her. The woman who once waited for love now wanted freedom. But by the time he finally saw what she meant to him... she was already gone. And some mistakes take years to heal - even if love never really leaves.Concluída
The Girl No One Chose
I gave him everything. My heart. My body. My secrets. He gave me silence-and loved someone else. I was just the distraction. The warm body. The easy f*ck. Not the girl he showed off. Not the one he kissed in public. Not the one he chose. Now I'm done waiting. Done begging to be seen. Because the girl no one chose... She's about to become the girl no one forgets.
The Bosphorus Promise (Complete)
She's no longer the girl he once walked away from. He's no longer the man she thought she knew. Years have changed them both - but not the pull between their hearts. She built walls to keep him out. He crossed oceans to find his way back in. And now, in a city where secrets whisper louder than love, fate forces their worlds to collide once more. Will it heal the wounds they've carried for so long... or tear them open all over again? ************************************************* Time changes everything... except the heart.Concluída
THROUGH MY EYES
> I swear he was standing there. Just for a second. One blink - and he was gone. But in that second, everything shifted. The air, the silence, me. I've never seen him before, but my soul did. It recognized him before I even knew what that meant. Now, he's in my dreams. Not like a memory - like a presence. Watching. Reaching. Waiting. I don't know his name. I don't even know if he's real. All I know is... I was never supposed to see him. And now I can't forget.Concluída
A Gang of Our Own
"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."Concluída
Echoes of Us
He was alone, adrift in a life that felt empty, teetering on the edge of despair. She appeared unexpectedly-a stranger, yet someone who could see him in ways no one else ever had. One night, one moment, changed everything. Words were exchanged, hearts opened, and lives were altered but some encounters leave more than memories. They leave echoes. As time stretches on, love and loss weave together, shaping the paths we walk, the choices we make, and the people we become. How far would you go to hold onto someone... even when you know they can't stay?Concluída
Everything seemed perfect behind the screen-cheerful voices over calls, familiar faces through video chats. Though I may appear introverted to those around me, with them, I felt entirely myself. They brought out a version of me I hadn't known-transforming my darker days into something beautiful. Now, I find myself wondering: was it love, or simply a powerful connection? The thought of analyzing it is overwhelming, as relationships can be both meaningful and intimidating. Soon, I'll be meeting the people who uplift my spirit-my close friends, my chosen family. I'm filled with excitement, yet a hint of nervousness-especially about seeing the one who brought me so much joy. Still, I wouldn't trade this moment for anything. I'm truly looking forward to spending these special days with the people who make life lighter.
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