Historias de Angstwithhealing

Ari wakes up in the body of Aftertale Sans (known as Geno), in a world where timelines reset and nothing has to stay broken. At first, it feels distant. Safe. Like none of it is truly real. Until something happens that can be undone. There's always a glowing SAVE point waiting. Always a way to erase the mistake. Always a way to make it hurt less. But what if resetting doesn't heal anything? What if it only prevents you from ever learning how to stay? As Ari's memories begin to blur and the line between them and Geno starts to fade, they must decide: Reset the pain... or let this timeline move forward, even if it leaves a scar. 'Where Time Keeps Moving' is a slow-burn psychological isekai about identity, quiet healing, and choosing presence over perfection. Because some moments matter most when they don't repeat. --- ❄️ Aftertale Isekai ❄️ 10 chapters p/s: I'm struggling for 10 minutes on the title ;;;

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

Love isn't always a straight path. Sometimes it's a labyrinth - filled with promises made and promises broken, sacrifices made in silence, and hearts left stranded in the dark. Nani Hirunkit believed in love once. He fell for Sky Wongravee when marriage was not their choice but their fate - a marriage of two young souls bound by their families' wishes. Against all odds, love blossomed in the most ordinary moments - a shared room, a midnight conversation, a fleeting touch, until it seemed there was a future worth believing in. But then everything fell apart in a single day. Sky walked away, choosing a path of ambition over love, not realizing that Nani was already carrying their greatest hope - their child. Alone and abandoned, Nani kept their marriage a secret thread tying their fates together, and raised their son, Rayan, with all the love Sky left behind. Four years later, a twist of fate brings Sky back into their lives - a reunion filled with regret, revelations, and raw, lingering love. Will the wounds of the past heal, or will the silence between them destroy their future? This is a story about promises kept against all odds, about a love that never truly died, and about the small light - their son - who guides two stranded hearts back home. - Please note: This story is a work of fanfiction and is entirely separate from any real world individuals, including actors or public figures.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. Nani isn't human. He's a fallen star, delicate and radiant, shimmering with a light that feels too fragile for the world he's landed in. Everything is new and overwhelming-the sounds, the smells, the chaos of life on Earth-but even amidst the confusion, one person makes it feel safe: Sky. Calm, gentle, and endlessly patient, Sky doesn't just see Nani-he understands him in a way no one else could, and slowly, he becomes the anchor Nani never knew he needed. Their days together are a quiet storm of wonder and laughter. Nani learns the small joys of human life-cooking pancakes that collapse into mush, hiding under blankets to sneak glances at cartoons, and mischievously teasing Sky until the older boy can't help but laugh. Sky, in turn, discovers the joy of having someone so fragile to care for, someone who makes his world brighter simply by existing. Their bond grows through playful pranks, stolen touches, whispered secrets, and soft, lingering moments that make hearts race and cheeks flush. Yet, there is always a tension beneath the fluff. Nani is a star, not made for permanence, and his presence is a beautiful,fragile miracle. Every time he glows too brightly, every time he disappears in streaks of stardust, Sky is reminded that the world is not built for him-and that love alone might never be enough to keep him grounded.

If even the apocalypse that ended the world couldn't break the thread that tied us together, will the destiny that made ruins be kind enough to put our hearts back together? In a world where nightmares walk around can you still stand strong wishing upon the ending we live for? *this is gonna be a drama about skynani in a zombie world so sit back tight and let me take you on a journey :) Hope you enjoy it

Two emperors. One war. A wound that never heals. On opposite ends of a fractured empire, Emperor Shi Qiqiang and Emperor Hou Huiling rule with fire and steel-sworn enemies whose names alone shake the mountains. When Shi Qiqiang rides into battle, it is with pride, with vengeance, and the weight of his people on his shoulders. But Hou Huiling is not a man who leaves loose ends. Ambushed. Defeated. Left to die beneath a sky stained red, Shi Qiqiang should have perished. And yet-he lives. Haunted by nightmares, shattered by pain, and forced to crawl back from the edge of death, Shi Qiqiang must now learn to walk again-not only on broken bones, but on shattered pride. But as he rebuilds quietly in the shadows, a question begins to burn deep within him: Why does the face of his enemy linger in his dreams? And why does the fire in his chest still burn, not with hatred-but something far more dangerous? He lost everything to Hou Huiling. So why does his heart still tremble at the memory of him?