When The Sun decides to hide

When The Sun decides to hide

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Romance
"Does the sun promise to shine? No, but it will. Even behind the darkest clouds. It will. And no promise, will make it shine brighter or longer. For that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. So, to love you is not my promise, it is my fate, to burn for you until I can burn no more". - ATTICUS When your heart chose to beat. Love will always do its power. It would search for happiness. It would search for care and affection. When you're heart chose to beat. It would never stop. It would never stop until it'll find a way. A way to win his/her heart. But what if thing turned out differently from the way it started. What if the world is turning up side down. What if everyone are against you. Will you choose to believe in the name of Love? Even When the Sun decides not to shine?
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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