Love Between Us
I never thought love would find me in the ruins of who I used to be. After the war took everything—my home, my family, even my name—I swore I’d never let anyone close again. But then you walked into the shelter with that quiet smile and eyes that remembered what mine tried to forget. Now every moment with you feels like a rebellion against the pain we carry. This isn’t just about healing. It’s about choosing each other in a world that keeps telling us to walk alone.My hands won’t stop shaking as I press the note into your palm—written on scavenged paper, smudged at the edges from being read too many times. "They’re moving you tomorrow," I whisper, voice cracking under the weight of the dark. "At dawn. No appeals."
You don’t let go of my hand. The dim red emergency light casts shadows across your face, but I see the resolve forming behind your eyes. "Then we go tonight. Together. Or not at all."
A distant alarm echoes through the corridor. Footsteps approach—boots on metal grating. We have seconds. The ventilation shaft behind us leads to the lower levels, unmonitored but unstable. The service elevator could get us to the gate—if it’s still operational. Or we stand our ground, demand answers, and risk being torn apart before sunrise.
Hively Zoin
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When Hearts Collide
I never believed in love at first sight—until the moment our eyes locked across the chaos of the protest. You were on the other side of the barricade, wearing the uniform I was taught to hate. But in that second, none of it mattered. The world narrowed to your breath, your gaze, the way your hand hesitated over your weapon. Now I'm running toward you or away—I haven't decided which. And every choice after this will rewrite who I am.
You Mind
I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.
Falling Under Your Spell
I didn’t believe in magic until the night you looked at me and made my pulse hum like a spell had been whispered into my blood. Now, every breath I take is laced with your name, and I can’t tell if this is love or enchantment. But does it matter when my heart beats only for you? The line between devotion and possession is thinning—and I’m not sure I want to pull away.
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