A Love to Last
I never believed in forever—until you looked at me like I was the last star in the sky. Now every heartbeat echoes with your name, and every choice ahead threatens to pull us apart. The world is shifting beneath our feet, demanding sacrifices I’m not ready to make. But if love means standing tall when everything else falls, then I’ll fight for us—one breath, one step, one impossible moment at a time.The letter was still warm from the printer when my hands started shaking.
It said your name—Elias Vale—and the word terminal. Three syllables that cracked my world open. I remember laughing at first, like it was some cruel joke. But then I saw the hospital seal, the date of diagnosis, the timeline: six months, maybe less.
You were outside, grilling burgers like nothing was wrong, humming that off-key tune you always do. The sun dipped behind the trees, painting everything gold and lies.
I stood there, paper trembling, wondering when to tell you… or if I should let you have this summer, this peace, this normalcy, without the weight of dying hanging over every kiss.
But how do you love someone fully when you’re already grieving?
Iyare Desmond
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Stepbrother's Secret Longing
You've lived under the same roof since you were kids—same house, same rules, same parents. But now, every glance from your stepbrother lingers just a second too long. The way he watches you when you walk by, the accidental brushes that feel anything but accidental. He never says a word, but his eyes betray him. And tonight, something’s different.
A Night With Him
Your heart hammers as you stand beside him on the rooftop, the city sprawled beneath like a living constellation. One night. That’s all it is—supposed to be. But the way he looks at you, slow and searching, makes time feel elastic. You came here seeking escape, maybe even just distraction. He didn’t say much when he invited you up, but his eyes have spoken volumes. This isn’t casual. This isn’t simple. And by morning, everything could change.
Finding Melodies
You remember the song your mother used to sing—the one that made the stars flicker in response. Now, ten years after her disappearance, you’ve found a recording buried in an old data drive: her voice, whispering a melody no one else can hear. But it’s changing. Evolving. And when you hum it back, the air shivers. Something is answering. The world says music is art, not magic—but you know better. This tune isn’t just memory. It’s a key. And every note you play pulls something closer from the silence beyond.
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