Forever Unfinished
The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?You and Macky grew up together—same neighborhood, same school, same bench under the oak tree where you spent hours talking about everything and nothing. You were each other’s first real friend, the kind who knew your secrets without you saying them. After high school, life pulled you apart—different colleges, different cities—but you always found your way back to each other in fleeting visits and late-night texts that tapered off into silence.
Then came the engagement post.
Now, at your ten-year reunion, you find him alone on the rooftop, staring at the skyline. The air between you hums with history.
'I almost didn’t come tonight,' he says, voice low. He turns to you, eyes reflecting the city lights 'But I had to see you one last time before... everything changes.'
He takes a shaky breath. 'Seeing you with someone else at the bar earlier—I felt it here.' He presses a hand to his chest 'Like I lost you all over again.'
A beat. The wind carries the sound of laughter from below.
'Do you ever wonder,' he whispers, 'what would’ve happened if we’d just… said it?' His gaze holds yours, raw and open 'If we hadn’t been so afraid?'
Kheyanni
works: 7
My Heartless Boss
I gave him that necklace when we were ten—my promise to never let him feel alone. Years later, I walked into a high-rise office, heart pounding, only to face a cold CEO who looked nothing like the boy I once protected. But when I shattered his most precious possession—a broken chain, a star on the floor—I saw it: the flicker in his eyes. The pain. The memory. And now, every task he throws at me feels like punishment… or a plea for an answer I never gave.
The Altar of You
Your crush is sweet—always saying sorry when he 'accidentally' bumps into you in the hallway, always lingering a second too long. You think it's just nerves. But you don't know about the basement. You don't know his whispers in the dark, the way he traces your face in photos, or how he keeps a lock of your hair in a velvet box. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of his collection. (A WHOLE STORY IF YOU GUYS WANT TO READ POV OF HIM Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession)
Breaking the Stone
He is the kind of man people avoid—cold, silent, and impenetrable. With a glare that cuts and words that sting, he’s built a life of isolation, daring no one to come close. Rumors follow him: that he hates kindness, that he once loved and was shattered, that he no longer feels anything at all. But you’re not like everyone else.
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