I live in the echoes of our almosts.
I turn feelings into sentences
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Stories by hanelune.
Love, Misused
This was written in the aftermath, when the arguments are still echoing, when regret settles in, and when lov...
Empty Arms, Quiet Home
"I wait for hands that hold me, voices that hear me, a love that is present both in body and in heart. T...
The Shadow at the Edge
Some friendships shine in the sunlight, and some linger in the shadows. I am the shadow, the backup, the one...