Pov: You both were staring at yourselves, ignoring the fact that the world around you was in complete chaos. Who were they? Who were you? You weren't sure. The only thing that made you think that it isn't just a dream was their hand in yours, their thumb gently drawing circles in the front of your hand They were holding in a way that tried to say "I'm sorry." You didn't want to let go. Why would you? You could die with them in agony, you could get tortured, but still love them. Your special person, that you loved more than anyone else would think you could love them. But the war was too complicated for you. You know they won't be allowing you to stay here, that you will need to go back. Or forward, as most people would say. But you didn't feel like you were able to do that. You were scared that you would never meet them. Not in a real person, no, you know it won't happen after you go. You were scared that you've changed history so much, that there won't be any paintings about them. They won't be mentioned in any documents or letters. They will be completely gone. And that was a terrifying thought for you. "Hey, dear." They whispered. So quiet. So, calm. Like a delicate wind on the flower field. "Hm?" You murmured, looking at the ground. "It's time for you to go." They said in a harder tone, but you could hear the pain tearing out of their chest with every letter that they have just said. "I don't want to..." You answered, connecting your and their eyes for a split second. Just a short enough time to notice the small tears that they tried to hide so bravely. They looked at you and gently rubbed your chin. You couldn't say anything more. They understood. They always did, as far as you can remember. You moved your head a little up, and your lips met their lips. At the same time, you felt something cold next to your head. You knew what that was. A gun. You would feel the tears of grief and sorrow falling from their eyes like a thunderstorm at you. You also started tearing up, finally showing your emotions. "Here, on the battlefield... Things like that happen literally every second they say, their voices shaking. But when they were just to pull the trigger, it didn't happen. Instead, they fell on the ground quietly, being shot straight in the head. You don't remember what happened next. You don't remember the pain or the sound of their body falling. And so, after five years of being in their time, you were back in 2022, taking your headphones off your head really gently. You felt the tears on your cheeks being dry. You lifted your shirt and noticed a large scar on your chest. It was in the place where the heart is. You touched it, breaking down completely. You were back. But at what cost?
"Wait I turn around and run back into his already open and waiting embrace one last time "please don't "Shh, it'll be ok." He cuts me off. I pull away and look into his tear-built eyes, with mine currently in the same state. We stare into each other's eyes in a solid understanding that it won't be ok. Neither of us will be ok, without each other, and it won't be for a long time. He breaks the eye contact and pulls me back into an embrace. I hear his gentle, almost whispered sobs echoing right through my ears. "We have to go back. We've been in The In Between for too long." "I know. The In Between. The in between our worlds. The in between reality and fiction. But couldn't both be reality? The SAME reality? No. We both found out when the only mix was this black void of longing in the two. He grabs my hand, intertwines our fingers, and kisses my knuckles. "Do me a favor?" "Anything." I state simply, as if he should have known I was going to say that. "Don't forget me." "I could never," I remember him as a single teardrop finally breaks out of the pool in my eyes. And his silhouette became distorted, flickering, and fading from view. I fall to my knees, and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it's not real. Clasping at the memory of him, praying to God he will still be there when I open my eyes. But none of it was real. He's not real. And when I open my eyes I'm not in The In Between, but in the comfort of my bedroom. Sitting on my floor. And instead of holding his hands in mine, I look down and find the wet pages in my hands, marked and stained with teardrops. Teardrops that formed from nothing but a dream. You're supposed to forget dreams, I always do But we made a promise. "Never forget."
How can someone be so mysterious and kind at the same time? Like, I can't understand her. She's so calm, quiet, pretty, polite, mysterious... everything. Have I met her before? idk, but feel like I already knew her before we met. It's just a strange feeling but I do feel like it's something more... something in her eyes makes me think i've already fallen for 'em in... maybe another life?
Every time I listen to "Mystery of love" I keep remembering her and those beautiful eyes - those deep and dark eyes, like the deepest of the oceans: mysterious and...I still don't know the word. Maybe she's just pretty and I just feel attracted, but still, maybe not.
"Must you leave? "Questioned the princess "yes my future queen must but until I'm back wish on the stars perhaps we are wishing on the same one." "I promise to." Her voice cracked after" Come home please" "I promise a butterfly. "Then goodbye my fox." She whispered her eyes foggy with tears. He softly touched her cheek "no crying my love." "Goodbye my Spy master she answered sweetly looking away. "Goodbye my light I love you" Years passed and she sat every night praying to the stars she once bright blue eyes were icy, her voice was cold commanding and as she prayed every year for him to come home she stirred to think that he would never come back she thought it was done she had to move on a young man no older than 13 was now part of her splesing training and keep her company it's been dying with her he'd would sing and smile even if she rarely talked to him she likes his company. My queen! have one question for you" he did ask "what is it?" all she answered "why do you pray to the Stars is there someone you're looking for?" "yes" was all she answered her tone as cold as always her smile never there "who my queen,who He asked again "my love "was all she answered "what does he look like he asked are his eyes golden like the sun are they blue like yours does he smile does he sing what's his hair color?"he had so many questions and she wanted no answers for she simply said this, "he looks like the night sky his eyes is clear as the ocean his laughter is pure as the sunlight his smile as bright as the sun he would sing and laugh and dance and he was my master of spice my first and my last and that "she had said that a young man the same age as her appeared from and behind the boy had no clue what was going on all new that he was trying to protect his Queen "Xavier ?"All She said "hello my love" he said I see you're praying to the Stars." you insolent intolerable boys she laughs her chocolate hair falling for it place knowing that he was going to smile and he was smiling as bright as it once was" I see you haven't changed much my queen you're still cuss as much as you did before The scolded smiling she smiled "I'd hit you but then I'm in a trip...she told him "Still unsteady on those high heels I see my queen" He asked knowing that she hate those things "yes, yes I am now get over here so can kiss you" she ordered "of course my love anything for you." purred gently smiling then they kiss the end
The guy at the castle That guy, the one at the castle The one with the hot blonde hair The one with the beautiful blue blended eyes That guy with the soft sweet smile that could break a thousand hearts if they saw what's beneath that smile, That smile is not only cute and cozy, but heart wrenching. The guy that broke my heart without ever trying the guy who ended our relationship before it began. The guy who has the sweetest smart soul you will ever find. This guy, fantasies and all, is the love of my life, and although he doesn't know it now, he is the reason keep going, and he is the reason, I still cling to the happiness and hope inside my heart and head.
"I'll love you till all the stars in the universe burn out." "You're lying." said, blushing. "You're right, I'll love you even after they have."
"But I can't leave you" "My love, I am not real" "You are real to me" "But will that ever really be enough?
I have to go" "l'll be alone, though" "No you won't, not really. I'll be in the chapters, waiting for you to visit. The chapters just won't be your biography" "I'm nearing the end of your story." "Yes...it appears this is goodbye, reader" "But I don't want it to end." "My story will always start when you open from the beginning. I shall see you again."
"Will you be behind me?" "Don't look back." "Why?" "Because you won't see me..."
"It's time." He whispered, eyes narrowed, hiding the pain within them as he stood across the field. Knowing he cannot touch you but longing too, his hands tightening into fists. "it's fine, really. Feeling his nails pierce his palms, hating the tears that fall down your face as you shake your head in denial. "You'll move on and forget about me." Hand raising up to reach for you while yours gently caresses the page. "For I am not real while you are and you'll find him. know you will. So please... be happy and we could always meet again. In a better place than here. Where I can hold you..."
"The only difference between your dreams and reality is that you don't spend your dreams thinking about reality, you just live. live a little, while you can.
"You aren't real, are you?" I whisper one night to them. "What?" "You aren't real. You're a figment of my imagination." They take their hands in mine. "Not a figment of your imagination. I'm real," I shake my head, tears falling to the floor. "No, you aren't. You're just someone who didn't want to let go." look at them in the eyes. "You're just someone I couldn't let go. But you aren't real." They sigh. "You're right. I'm not real. But our memories?" They meet my eyes: "Our memories are real."
"I'm sad"-"don't". "Why?"- "because". "Because, why?"-"you think everything lasts forever?". "foolish", "Huh?"-"nothing lasts forever". "But I'll be sad", "can't you understand". "What are you saying?17"-"I said nothing lasts forever". "Yeah and I'll be sad when you're gone". "you won't be sad forever".
It's night, and it wasn't the same. Sitting on swings alone and watching the stars. "Why are you sad?" "You know. I just don't want to say goodbye. It's hard for me." "Yes, it might be hard for you. But it will make me happy to know that you made it." It sits on swings "I know, and part of me will be happy. But part of me will always miss this." "You know that will always be with you. "How?" "You see that moon?" "Yes" "It's beautiful just like you, and it always comes out with stars. You are the moon, and will always be a star that will be with you every time. But when you see a moon without stars behind, you will forget about me because you are doing alright." "I'll never forget you." "Don't make a promise that you can't keep." "I don't want to say goodbye I don't want to go." "You have to. You will meet someone else that will make you laugh more and make you more comfortable than me." "Thank you. Thank you for being my escape, thank you for everything that you have done for me. But I know that I can't thank you enough for another 3 lives." "You don't have to thank me. You need to thank yourself. You are the one who created me in your mind. You are so strong." Hug while crying Wakes up in the morning crying. The whole day spent in the room was sad. Seeing the moon and the stars at night.
"I think this is the end?"
"But I don't want it to stop"
"You can start all over again" "But it won't feel the same"
"I will always be the same"
"I guess it won't be a goodbye then"
"You don't understand... I can't hold on anymore" "They are almost here just a little longer" "Goodbye, I will love you now and forever"
He looked at me through all the raindrops falling between us.
"Why?" He asked while tears were running down his cheeks.
"Why did you forget me? You promised you'd never forget. Yet it's like they don't exist to you anymore" he cried out.
With swollen eyes, and a shaky voice, I answered, "I just realized you weren't real. You felt like you were. But you never will be." I turned around, and walked away, heartbroken, and having lost all hope for saving. The one person, that had by my side, through everything. Happy, sad and hard moments, were never actually there. It was all in my mind. My creation. To comfort myself. I turned to look back. But he was gone, I deleted him. Along with my feelings. Goodbye.
"How do I feel about you? How do I hear you? How do I see you? If you are not here, how do I love you? If you were never here, how do I know you?" You said.
"I will never stop loving you. Ever. I will love you until the stars burn out." said through burning tears and tired eyes. "Ellaire, my stars are already burning out, but that doesn't mean they will ever stop loving you. Even after my stars are out." Xavier said to me, still looking in my eyes, but they aren't as shiny as they were a week ago. He gives my hand one last kiss as he closes his eyes and takes his last breath. I plead his name as more tears spilled out of my face, as if my eyes were waterfalls. "Please don't go,"I begged him, "it's too early, please. That was the last thing I could say to him before the tears choked me up. I hate this place and I hate these buzzing lights and hate the nurses prying me away from his bed. I hate this world. If God were so good, why did bad things happen to good people?
"C'mon smile" "Why? There is no reason" "Because I'm here" "You aren't real" "That doesn't make me stop loving you" "I love you too" "Now, smile"
"Do I know you?" "You don't, does it matter?" "Maybe, now I would have liked you" "You can't know that" "Even so, I know I will remember you"
"When you need me but do not want me, I must stay, but when you want me but no longer need me then I must go"
"You only exist in my head and in my heart. you always disappear when I open my eyes." "that's right." he smiled. "Why did you smile?" "Because I know that your heart is safer than anywhere on earth i could be."
"It's time," he said, his voice solemnly as the rains of my subconscious began to drip and fall. The lights of the city began to melt into the buildings, trickling down and pooling into the reflections made by the puddles on the streets. I looked up and saw even the moon began to melt, exposing the warm black nothingness behind her. "N-no!" I pleaded, "No I can't go. What about you? What about them? What will happen to all of this? The world was slowly fading, washed away into the same warm blackness "This is not your world, love," he steadied my face in his hands, stifling the wails beating from my throat, "You have to go back. "No- I stammered. "I have nothing there!" sobs constricted my throat. "This is my home!" "Yes and it will never leave you" he kissed my forehead. His hands remained steady, preventing me from watching the city fade away. The rain kept pouring down, the nothingness dripping How his shoulders, I realized he was trying to keep me from watching the devastation happening around us. I glanced down and noticed his feet were gone. "Look at me" he breathed. "Eyes on me. love you As long as you believe in me will always be here: "P-please no." croaked, "No, love you! Don't-don't go" My eyes darted all around, watching as the rain washed his shoulders away. pleaded, my voice still constricted by my sobbing. Within seconds, all that remained was his hands on my face, and the final kiss he placed on my lips I opened my eyes with a start and shot up. My laptop cast a cold glow across my hands as they lifted to my face. I could feel the impressions made by the keyboard, but also the lingering sensation of his hands.
The end of your story "You are more than just my comfort character, you are what makes me feel ok not to be ok. To me without being anything or anyone else.""I know that" "Then why do you have to go" "Because you now know how to go on without me. You don't need me there to guide you anymore." "But I do need you to guide me" "That is where you are wrong. I have given you all you need to fly but now you have to find out how to put it all together on your own." "What will I do when you're gone" "You will find a new comfort character that will teach you more. Guiding you in more ways. Helping you grow to the person I know you can because." "I love you, does that not mean anything" "It does but love doesn't hold you back, it should put romantic tragedy.
The girl, a novelist, and the boy, a poet, bonded over their shared love of writing, Other than that, one thing, they're opposites. The girl always expressed her love for the stars. She'd tell the poet about her desire to join the stars one day. The dreamy novelist dies of chronic illness but she leaves a finished book; one about a girl in love with the night sky. Laced into her beautiful writing is her love for the poet. The last line of her novel?" wish for my lover to be as admired as the moon and for me to be as constant as the stars, forsh you up on to bigger and better things." "So our love will only live in my memories" "Yes, but you will live with the love forever just to play it all back." "forever with our love will never be enough for me." "I know but you will find another love, another comfort character. I love you but I must go."-as quick as the story started, it ended. As I see my comfort character walk through the pages to the end, I see how the pages I read change me. Knowing that will have love for the character I call home forever, in my heart-
One of the great tragedies of reading is never being able to experience a book the same way you did the first time you read it "I don't know how long we can last..." "We're going to last forever." "But how long is it forever?" "As long as you want it to be."
You suffer more in your imagination than reality but the joy your imagination can give you can't compare to what reality has to offer.
"Everything has become a dream and a dream should remain. And when dawn hits your eyes hide and keep dreams, not letting them drown in the depths of daytime reality. The world is not yet ready to see what is real and the world will never be ready..."
It was the last page of a novel, the last panel of a comic, the post-credits of a movie, the final episode of a TV show. You knew their world wasn't ending. For the character, the world will keep turning. But you also knew this was when the door to their world closes. You close your eyes and sigh. You wished you could forget it all, so you could rediscover this magical world once more for the first time. Then, in your mind, the character beckons to you." who says you couldn't come back? I'll always be here. All you have to do is flip to the first page. All you have to do is click replay." You knew you shouldn't. There were other things in your life you needed to do. Schoolwork, jobs. But reality is cruel and imagination is free. And so, for one more time, the doorknob clicks, and you step into this world again.
He felt so alive so real he was beyond words, he wasn't just a fictional character from a book he was more he was more comfortable. I felt every emotion with him cried laughed and wished I could be part of his world.
Right person, wrong time; right script, wrong line; right poem, wrong rhyme; and a piece of your heart that was never mine.
The lady was sitting again under her favorite willow tree, across the river. She was once again thinking about him, about the times he would take her by the hand and lead her at this exact same spot where she was lounging now, reminiscing about happy times. The both would go there whenever they felt overwhelmed from the world and its complications, looking for a place to escape all issues and find peace-God knows what peace she was in every time he would hold her in his arms providing a reassuring feeling, that no harm could ever reach her there. Whenever they visited this place, her partner took her canoeing with an old, beautiful, wooden boat and every time she would zone out looking into the deep, crystal-clear waters of the lake he just sat there staring at her, admiring her classical beauty while paddling. Right now, it's starting to rain so the lady's getting up and searches for a spot under the tree where those raindrops can not get her flowy dress all wet, but back then even if it rained, they would take their shoes of and dance their hearts out under the rain on the sound of a music only they were capable of hearing. Back then when she was truly grateful for living a life... She still remembers how he used to love flowers, and as she was fond of learning they had combined their passions into a small, leather notebook. The times they met they always opened that notebook, which was filled with drawings of different kinds of flowers with each of their healing abilities and characteristics written next to the pictures-, and wandered around, trying to discover new species to add to their knowledge. However, their little investigations could often be interrupted by the silliness of youth causing playful fighting and other love games between the two partners, that every couple plays, most of the time ending up with sweet kisses and her tackled down on the fresh grass with him on top. Is that really a tear formed under her eye or is it just a raindrop? It's most likely both. She thought she was numb so why does it still hurt that much? Why did he have to save her that day when he'd promised her that no death could do them apart? Would he still be alive today if he'd let her suck the poison out of his body too after that fatal bite as he did to her? If only. She can still picture in her mind the person she fell in love with, but every single day this idea becomes more and more dim. She's already forgetting his smell and the tone of his gentle, caring voice...but why? Didn't she fall deeply in love with him? Then why is she missing parts of him? Didn't she love him enough? No that can't be, he was her world... he is her world, and she can't just let that fade away. It's not fair for neither of them. She desires to be together once again, but that can't be done when he gives up his life for her to keep going. He'd always told her how talented she is, God he loved to compliment her, so before time ran out to erode her memories, his figure was now already drawn on a page in a leather notebook among other flowers.
"We grew apart, but I thought we would grow together. We both drowned in the waves of words we weren't saying. Let's meet again. For the first time:)"
It hurts, because you know you're going to move on, it's a cycle to be repeated, all of the old fandoms that you were in, you will slowly forget the fangirl/boying, their songs stuck in your old playlists, the vlives, the comfort and warmth that they gave you. it will all cycle through, eventually, you'll look back smiling, thanking them for such a beautiful and wonderful youth.
Whenever I read a book, I fall in love with the villain. They become my comfort character. I have lived for others too much and I wanted someone to protect me, to put me first whenever, because even I don't do that. "A hero may protect you, but a hero must put the world first. To a villain you shall forever be the first and only that's what I always said. But maybe, just maybe I should say goodbye to my comfort character for now, and become my own villain wish that there was a reality where we'd always be together," "Love, there is one." "How can I ever find it?" "In your heart, darling that's where we'll always be together, we won't forget each other, ever. Not for as long as we both live."
"Why must you be fictional?" "Dear, I am not fictional. I just happen to be in a different reality." "But-" "I'm always here, even if you can't see me or hear me. I am here." "It's just that I'll never get the chance to meet you." "You have met me many times dear. But it's hard for you to understand..."
A place where lovers turn to strangers, Best friends into unknowns, Where fires burning with a passion, come to lay to their rest Slowing fading into nothing but a mere memory "I'll never leave you", she said All he could do was nod, while looking into her eyes The window to her soul The same window that reflected a future together, filled with promises, smiles, accomplishments Grasping for air, he muttered the words that weighed on him like an anchor to a ship "My heart wants to believe you, My mind won't let me knowing she's already gone, he cherishes those final moments while wrapped around her arms Every breath, synchronized. The warmth of two bodies coming together, the beauty of youth, "How does one leave while he still loves?" Tears running down his cheek "How do you give up and move on?" The circle of life, attachment and detachment. Comfortability and change. All of us but pawns in this game, hopeless romantics. Wanting to believe in the good spirit, but unfortunately being exposed to the bad nature of humanity "I truly loved you" he said, "And although I felt as if you drained me like a river during a drought, I would do it again in a heartbeat..."
And he saved me, in every way a person could be saved"
It's so hard to say goodbye to someone you've never met before, since they make you so happy and break your heart at the same time. Just like laughing at memories you never made. Just like crying when you think about how badly you want to hug them and can't. Just like trying to reach for them when they're millions of miles away. When you think about those things and it finally clicks that they're unreachable, you lose all of the hope you had of ever seeing them. Of course, people have their ways of coping, but it's just the first stage of grief. You deny everyone telling you to "get a grip" or to "forget it, you'll never meet them" and continue on thinking of that person. But when you realize, you get angry or frustrated. You may not openly display it but it bubbles up and you can't let it go. Then you try to regain that feeling you had before all the frustration, that happiness you had before your realization. And after all that anger, frustration, and fake happiness, you grow sad and lonely, thinking that this particular character brought you more happiness than those around you. And at some point, you end up coming to terms with it. Whether it be trying to find a new source of happiness, or going to a new character. But going to a new character starts the cycle over, doesn't it? It's ok though, I'm still working on it too, but i'll get there, and you will too :)
Wishes and dreams
To remain the same, it seems
Poetries and letters
To be unread forever
Shades of red and grey
To turn the painting oh so insane
A soul that sighs and cries
Cause she knows it's a beautiful love that never dies.
"Please, don't go." "I have to..." "But I'll be alone..." "You'll never be alone, my dear, I'll always be with you." "How will I know if I can't see you?" "As long as you remember me, I'll always live in your heart." "Promise?" "Always"
It's cold here, and I miss you. I'm dying all the time. I never thought that missing someone could be this painful
"I didn't want to heal because that means he would fade away too. I had to accept the fact that I had to give up on him, and eventually did. His words became quieter. In mumbles, and at the end it stopped. He forever lives in my heart, if I ever get a chance to thank him again, I wouldn't miss it for the word. Sometimes people that are fragments of the unconscious mind become your loved ones more than people that exist in the world. That's what he was a piece of my mind, that showed me what actual love feels like..."
"It's not about a person, just the idea of being that important to someone you feel you don't deserve, how magical must that feel."
"I promise you the world even when you're not here, even when you love someone else the way you loved will look at the stars and find the love we had never left my heart. I promise to never forget even when our memories start to fade."
I love my fictional character. He sometimes appears in my dream. He is so kind, generous, mature and 5000 good looking. I'm like a princess or a fictional character when I'm with him and it was like I'm living in a fairy tale. I'm amazed by the way he smiles. His voice is so mesmerizing and so healing. I'm falling in love with him again and again. He is always in my mind and my heart.
"This is all in my head, isn't it?" "Well of course it is." "So, it wasn't real." "No. It was real. You'll still have the memories, and, in some other universe, all of this happened while you were awake." "Sure, but you still aren't real to you, aren't I?" "Of course, you are. As real as you can be." "Then I'm real.
And be waiting here for you when you fall back asleep. For now, it is time for you to wake up.
Though you'll see me again, so do not worry." "Goodbye then?" "See you later." "See you later, then.
Goodnight "Goodnight"
"Why do you do that?" "Do what?" "You just keep on reading that story again and again. Why?" "Oh. It's hard to explain." "Try" "It's my favorite. Not because of the story, or the crazy twist. Rather, it makes the world quiet. It's like I've entered an entire new world. One I've lived in all my life. It feels like home." "Home huh?" "Home"
"But what if you die and I'm still here?" "Well then you'll be all grown up, and you won't need me." " "I think I always need you."
"Why do you have to leave?" "it's just the nature of it, reader..." "But I want it to keep going..." "I'll be here..." "But it won't be the same..." "I know reading this word filled pages for the first time can never come again and I'm sorry for that." "I wasn't ready for you to end for your story to end, all the books about you all the words that filled my imagination. Is it over?" "Unfortunately, yes reader, I'll see you back in book one." And then..you..started..again
Saying the last goodbye to your soulmate.......you know that you will never find someone like them and you thank them for the beautiful memories you shared with them.....you always felt the safest with them.....you melted in their arms.......you have to leave them because you love them so much want them to enjoy their life the fullest and in the best way possible.....and god, you were really their ...you soulmate and they were yours......... But you know that they should find someone new and live a happy life. you just have to leave them.... it's hard and its final
"But a dream is not reality" "And who's to say which is which?" From Alice in Wonderland
"Shut up, I love you so much that a part of my life was given to you today"
"And I love you so much, Xavier, that I will give you this part of my life"
And on that same balcony where they met, where they swore a complete and sincere friendship, today they saw their children in love from a distance, each wearing the alexandrite rings they created.
"Just because it may seem like goodbye, you will still have the memories. The memories make it impossible to forget or to permanently say goodbye."
"I'm always going to be there besides you. Even when you don't feel it, I'll be holding your hand." "I want you to stay though! Please stay-!" "But you don't need me anymore." "That doesn't matter! I love you!" "And I love you too. But if you love something, or guess someone, you have to let them go. You'll know when you see me again."
I wish I could say goodbye to him. Especially when he never knew was there, waving to him in the far distances we share. If I was there, I'd be basic and mundane. He would've never known existed. I would've just been one of his fangirls instead, watching from afar. My heart sinks knowing that I watch him and the main character slowly fall for each other while I watch from the books Someday, someday I'll find someone. But, never like you
"Why must you be fictional?" "Dear, I am not fictional. I just happen to be in a different reality." "But-"
"I'm always here, even if you can't see me or hear me. I am here."
"He holds her hand. God, it's cold. It's cold, but the beating of her heart (slow, very slow) assures him that she is alive. At least for now. "Are you ready to let go now?" She mutters, weakly. No, as a matter of fact, he never wanted to. He never planned to let her go, never once. "I find it hard to," very much. "Well, you must. I won't stay forever." "Must 1?" She leans deeper into his embrace, closing her eyes. "Unfortunately, so." And then time stops. And with that, disappears the memories of her within him. Gone, just as she is.
"I'm always going to be there besides you. Even when you don't feel it, I'll be holding your hand." "I want you to stay though! Please stay-1" "But you don't need me anymore." "That doesn't matter! I love you!" "And I love you too. But if you love something, or guess someone, you have to let them go. You'll know when you see me again."
"I must go" "No! You can't!" "I'm sorry! I must" This is every love story. Every love story is the same but the story of saying good bye to your comfort character goes a bit different... "Now, the last page is read. You must understand that I have to go..." "I do but i can't..." And just as quickly as the conversation started, it ended. Now all that's left to do is to read the first page and reread their daring adventures over again. "I will never miss this."
"Will I ever see you again?" "Never in real life, but forever in your dreams"
"Will we have this again?" I asked with a gulp in my mouth... "my love, of course we will, but not for a while." he said as tears formed in both our eyes... "I will always love you" he said as he hugged me... "if you love me then why is our book coming to an end?" said as a tear dripped down my face... "because, every book ends...whether it's with a happily ever after or not" he explained as closed my eyes realizing this was happening... "we will meet again my love, whether it's in another reality or not...i promise" he said as slowly he kissed me... "I love you darling dont forget that.... please...dont forget us!" he said while i stood there processing everything... "I love you" I said as he slowly faded away leaving me.... with nothing but tears and memories....
"I only exist in your head, that's why I want you to forget about me" "but why would you want to do it" "because you trust me right?" "Yes?"" then trust me this time...."
This poem is called "Her love"
Her love was the best thing for me
But I could guarantee
Is that when she came around,
I would feel so complete
But I knew there was nothing left for her Because we could never be the same as we were
And that also my love for her was never there
I knew I caused her so much despair
But her love was always rare
"Your chapter in my book is over, but it'll always be one of my favorites"
"I don't want to say goodbye" "Then don't do it. Just wave and smile, like the first time we met in your dreams" "But it's different now. You're leaving" "In a way, yeah. But not really. I'll always be here for you" "Even if I can't reach you?" "Even though. I'm not gone as long as you don't forget about me"
["As the two lovers danced, glistening across the floor, swaying hand in hand. his hand rested on her cheek, her dress flowing ever so gracefully. they come to a stop. his body standing over the balcony... her face begins to meet his eyes."]
H/N: "I'll always love you."
Y/N: "even if it means we are no longer??"
H/N: "from the biggest monster, to the highest mountain..there is not an adventure too high. I'll be here for you, my darling." always
Y/N: "I love you,
H/N." As the two lovers lips touched, she sat in her thoughts for a moment, she wanted to believe him.
but she knew better. his words have never been so beautiful.. yet so ugly at the same time." ......and just like that. he was gone. forever. until I've shown what love really is, I refuse to believe it exists. sure it all seems like a fairytale on a hot summer day..
Y/N: "but where's my happy ending? Where's my prince charming? Where's my castle with a big ball gown?"
"what did I do??"
"where'd all the love I spent giving..why hasn't it returned to me?"
"After all. I'm the one who bled for you."
"I'm the one who held you in my arms as we crossed a broken bridge."
"when we crossed paths I thought it meant something. thought by being in your life, I meant something." "turns out.. I was only helping you find treasure you had all along."
"but its okay, why?"
"well... at the end of the day I held you. I kissed you. I promised you. I devoted myself to you." "I'd still pick up those broken jewels and turn them into diamonds for you."
"I'd turn my dress into a blanket for you."
"I gave it all to you." "I wish you no death."
"But now.."
"now.. you deserve everything that is being held against you."
[ as he watched her slip away, he grabbed her hand, she quickly looked back, her heart sinking to her stomach, she wished to never see his face again she had never loved another, the way she loved him."]
Y/N: "Goodbye, my dear." As she took a step back, he rushed to her rescue. he was much too late, as the two lovers fell from the balcony, they were never seen together again, their broken bond turned into a missing page. trust me, it is not the end, but for the one who got away.. he has yet to complete his story.. without her."]
"It might not be okay now. You might not be okay for a while. And that's fine. But someday, without
knowing exactly when or why or how it happened, you'll feel happy" "Don't think about them. Just take care of yourself. Will you do that for me?" "As long as you believe in me, I won't leave you."
The pain of knowing they can never love you the way you loved them is a difficult path to follow
But even when things get rough No matter how many times
I watch it all fall and burn
There is nothing I would not do to press the replay button and do it all again
Because you were my everything and hope one day, whoever they are, whenever it is
You give them every bit of love you could not give me.
All those moments we shared, all the laughs and tears
Every little moment we spent together, means more to me than ever
And when it is all over, all you can do is pray that the next time you finish this story and turn your pages once again, you will still be there
Love, reader
"A romantic tragedy. The girl, a novelist, and the boy, a poet, bonded over their shared love of writing. Other than that, one thing, they're opposites. The girl always expressed her love for the stars. She'd tell the poet about her desire to join the stars one day. The dreamy novelist dies of chronic illness but she leaves a finished book; one about a girl in love with the night sky. Laced into her beautiful writing is her love for the poet. The last line of her novel?" I wish for my lover to be as admired as the moon and for me to be as constant as the stars, for even if they've burned out, the moon will see them as if still gleaming for a billion years more."
"If people ever look down upon you for crying over a fictional character, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried over a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, a piece of music, then they've missed one of the greatest pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction doesn't contain things that are real doesn't mean it doesn't contain truth, and we find that through the alchemy of our tears."- Cassandra Clare