We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
Red Rain of September

Red Rain of September

  • WpView
    Reads 104
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 21, 2016
WpInfo
Non-Fiction
Can you hear that symphony? The story behind those sweet melodies The broken string of my old guitar That I can compare into the sweet sound of a sitar Everytime that I sing our old love song It makes me believe that nothing's wrong That there's no breach, no tangles, but full of regrets Let's just keep it in my black box that was full of engrave secrets For the nth time I said to myself 'Don't you ever play it again' For the time you did it You'll going to experience an endless pain Driblets of blood will fall That will slowly tear your soul But there's no more pain Just like what in the song you gain Learn how to let go For that is how all story flow Maybe someday you'll going to laugh from yesterday's pain And you'll be free to play it again
(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND)
  • The Touch Of Fear (COMPLETED)
  • Cecindei: Zeita Frumusetii
  • Our Fate [OUR SERIES #2]
  • Now Or Never
  • Mamihlapinatapai
  • "You Shoot My Heart!"
  • Your Song
  • She Who Was A He (Hacienda Series #1)

There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines