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"Our silence under the stars..." [eng version.]

"Our silence under the stars..." [eng version.]

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In an old Parisian building, two broken souls live one floor apart without ever crossing paths. Rye, 23, a solitary tattoo artist, smokes on the rooftop of the building at night to escape his thoughts. Lalie, 21, a perfectionist psychology student, goes up there to breathe between two invisible anxiety attacks. One evening, a forgotten Post-it note, a reply, a bond formed. They share their stories anonymously, without touching. But the longer the exchange continues, the stronger the bond becomes, despite never having seen each other's faces. So when reality finally hits them, one question remains. Will they be able to love each other, with their scars and weaknesses now exposed? !! Disclaimer!! - This story may contain spelling mistakes - It addresses sensitive topics such as su!cide and sh. You're warned. ♡
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(UNEDITED) Him: And she had me then, tangled in her integrate web, I wanted to find out more about her, everything about her. Thaw the iced glaze over her eyes, melt to cold walls around her with my touch, my attention. Her: I could see the sunshine though the water like an oil painting. Breathtaking. I reached my arm up, as if to touch it, only to meet more water. I frowned. Staying there till my lungs burned, how easy would it be. To just stay here, at the bottom of this creek. Staring at the oil painted sun until my body finally gave up trying to find air. I would just drift away with the water. No one here. No one was around. How peaceful. How fitting to end my violent story with the soft ripples of this creek. -------------------------- Mature themes Both broken. Both with dark pasts. Can they overcome the demons together? None of the photos are mine. #3 bodyguard 2/8/2023

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