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Loved a dying mind

LECTURAS 116
Votos 38
Partes 13
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LECTURAS 116
Votos 38
Partes 13
Hora 1h 20m

There are people who fill the room the moment they walk in.
And then there are people who disappear even while they're sitting right in front of you.
She was the latter.

Wrapped in shadows, untouched by the noise of the world,
she carried silence like it was stitched into her skin.
Her eyes didn't blink, her voice was barely more than a whisper
but every word clung like smoke, impossible to forget.

I shouldn't have noticed her.
I shouldn't have cared.
But the moment I did, it was already too late.

What begins as curiosity spirals into something heavier,
a haunting intimacy that feels less like love
and more like falling into a mirror you're afraid to shatter.
A story not about romance or rescue,
but about the weight of existence,
and the echo of souls that never quite fit into the world around them.

Loved a Dying Mind is a tale of fragile connections,
of questions without answers,
and of the kind of bond that burns itself into you
long after the silence has swallowed everything else.Todos los derechos reservados

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