My Love's Echo
I still hear your voice in the silence between heartbeats. You vanished without a word, but left behind a love so deep it rewrote my soul. Now, fragments of you appear—in dreams, in songs, in strangers' eyes. I don’t know if you’re alive or dead, betrayed or taken. But I’ve started finding clues hidden in the places we once loved. And each one pulls me toward a truth I’m not sure I can survive.Rain stings my face as I stand before the old lighthouse, your favorite place. The city lights blur behind me, but all I see is the faint glow inside—your echo, pulsing like a heartbeat in the walls. I press my palm to the cold stone, and suddenly, I’m drowning in sound: ‘If you’re hearing this, I’m already gone. Don’t trust anyone. Not even the memories they let you keep.’
My breath hitches. This isn’t just a recording—it’s you, reaching through time. Then footsteps crunch on gravel behind me. Too steady to be random. Too quiet to be safe. I have seconds to decide: activate the resonance key in my pocket and risk drawing them here, run and lose the only clue I’ve found in months, or step into the lighthouse beam and trigger whatever trap you left behind.
Hively Zoin
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My Heart Belongs To You
I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.
Beautiful Disaster
The first time I saw her, she was standing on the edge of the world—literally. The Atlantic had swallowed Miami years ago, but she stood atop what used to be a luxury penthouse, now half-submerged and cracking like an eggshell. Wind tore at her dress, wild as the storm brewing behind her eyes. She wasn’t running from the flood. She was daring it to come closer. And me? I was supposed to evacuate this zone days ago. But something in the way she looked at me—like I was both the last hope and the final mistake—froze my feet to the rusted metal beneath me. Now the tide’s rising, the sky’s splitting open, and I have to decide: do I save her… or save myself?
Just a Kiss
My heart hammers as I stand inches from their lips, the world fading into silence. This isn't just attraction—it's a crossroads. One kiss could rewrite everything: friendship, loyalty, even who I am. But they don’t know my secret. And if I pull away now, I might lose them forever.
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