Heartbeat After Midnight
You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded train platform, then a shared umbrella in the rain. But every time we get close, something pulls us apart. This isn’t just attraction. It’s inevitability. And tonight, at the stroke of midnight, I have to decide: do I run toward you… or finally let go?My pulse spikes the moment our eyes meet again—illegal, unregulated, unforgivable. The train doors hiss open, but I can’t move. They’re standing there, drenched from the sudden downpour, holding that stupid transparent umbrella we once laughed about. The one that barely fits one person, let alone two.
I should walk away. My implant vibrates—red warning: Emotional Deviation Threshold Approaching. If I get any closer, it’ll auto-report me.
But then they smile. Small, hesitant, like they’re asking permission just to exist near me.
Behind them, a surveillance drone hums lower, scanning for anomalies. Us. We’re the anomaly.
They extend the umbrella toward me. A silent offer. A rebellion.
Do I step into the rain and take it… or let the system win?
Hively Zoin
works: 16
Silent Love
You’ve loved them for years, but never spoken a word. It’s not fear—not exactly. It’s the quiet terror of balance: say nothing, and you keep what little closeness you have; speak up, and even that might vanish. They laugh with you, seek you out, linger after class—but is it kindness, or something more? You don’t know. And now, as graduation looms, silence feels like surrender.
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 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.
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