Love Without Return
My heart beats for someone who doesn’t even notice it. Every glance I steal, every word I rehearse in my head—he’ll never know. I sit across from him in the café every morning, sipping bitter coffee just to be near him, pretending my trembling hands are from the cold. But today, he looked up. Today, he smiled. And now I’m terrified that hope might finally be worse than silence.I spilled my coffee this morning—again—because I was too busy watching you laugh at something on your phone. The barista gave me that look, the one that says, 'You do this every day.' You didn’t notice. You never do.\n\nBut then, as I wiped the mess with trembling fingers, you glanced over. Not at the spill. At me. And you smiled. Just a small one, the kind you probably give strangers, but it lit something dangerous inside me. Hope.\n\nYou stood up, slung your bag over your shoulder, and started walking toward my table. My breath stopped. Was this it? After six months of silent longing, were you finally going to see me?\n\nYou stepped past me, said 'Excuse me,' and opened the door for someone behind me.\n\nI sat there, sticky and shattered, realizing I’d built an entire future on a reflexive gesture. Now I have to decide: do I keep coming here, risking another moment like this? Do I switch cafés and pretend this never happened? Or do I finally say your name out loud—just once—before I lose myself completely?
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Carla's Rebirth
I open my eyes to a man who calls himself my husband. He says my name is Carla. Two years ago, I fell into a coma after a car crash. I remember nothing. But when I see old photos, the face staring back isn’t mine. My hands tremble as I trace the curve of my jaw—this body feels like a borrowed suit. David smiles with gentle patience, but his kindness carries weight, secrets buried beneath every touch. Why do strangers look at me like they’ve seen a ghost? And why does my heart race when I hear the name Sarah?
The Last Promise
I made a vow to my dying father—to marry a virgin girl and carry our bloodline forward. Not for power. Not for wealth. But to fulfill an ancient pact buried deep in our family’s past. Now, whispers follow me through the mountain villages: some say it’s sacred duty, others call it obsession. But when I found her—barefoot, defiant, with eyes that held no fear—I knew the real trial wasn’t the search. It was what I’d have to give up to keep my promise.
Married to an Inexperienced man
I never thought I’d be here—married to someone who still trembles at my touch. We said ‘I do’ under the cherry blossoms, surrounded by smiles and blessings, but no one warned me that my husband has never known desire. Every night, he kisses my forehead and turns away. The bed between us feels like a borderland neither of us dares cross. But tonight, I found the letter hidden in his desk. Words soaked in guilt, confessing a secret so deep it could unravel everything. Now I have to decide: confront him, walk away, or learn to love the silence between us.
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