The Bottom Of Comforts
690-minThe Bottom Of Comforts
690-minThe Bottom Of Comforts
No questions asked, no hesitation or invasion of privacy. Simply because he was far from being a friend or a lover-- he was already past that stage, because he knew that for the brunette none of that was in the way.
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Small daily stories about love in small gestures. Because love doesn't need anything grand to be beautiful. —Microstories for the Flufftober 2023 challenge (Fanfics)-
I had no hope anymore. She wanted to give up on everything and everyone, she only trusted in the sky, in the great firmament. Until he appeared. Picking up the shards of your soul, and ending the emptiness, bringing colors where there was only darkness.
"All I know is that I have to make sure. Make sure you never wake up again."
I wanted to scream that I loved him... but my protective instinct spoke much louder than any cry of love.. I'm afraid of suffering... of being rejected as I've always been... Is that selfish?
I can't, I don't want to and I can't take it anymore. You hurt me too much, love. You don't know me.
I could see the image of that infamous vocalist walking into the apartment, his face wet and bare. Her hair was glued to her eyes, and an unlit cigarette between her fingers. A bag in his hands and a curl of his lips that he used to call a smile.