
The Crack..
Years after the laughter had faded, after the footprints were washed away and the promises dissolved into silence, she returns..

Years after the laughter had faded, after the footprints were washed away and the promises dissolved into silence, she returns..

(a story for when you return, and no one is waiting..) She wasn’t sure why she came back.. The path

She no longer believed in summers.. To her, they were seasonal lies, scented like coconut, and tasting faintly of frozen

He didn’t know he would fall in love with her.. He came for a quiet summer, with no expectations.. He

The Heart on the Shore On the last day of summer, where the world of people ends and the silence

(..for the things that cannot be said, but still pull you toward them..) The house had endured too much.. Absence..

No one knew exactly how it began.. Only that suddenly, the cards were everywhere.. They fell from the rooftop, burst

(.. The Friendship Before Time) The house had gone silent.. Not out of fear, but awe.. For the first time,

(.. And the Sword That Remembered) The piano room hadn’t been opened in years.. Dust covered the keys like ash

(The Library Awakens) Some said Talitha and Paul’s house was haunted.. Not by ghosts, but by unfinished words.. By goodbyes

There were nights when Paul no longer fit inside his own body.. When the air felt too narrow, and the

Time does not pass the way clocks insist it does.. It passes through eyes that change.. And in Paul’s eyes,

Talitha… I don’t know if this is my last letter, or my first ending.. I no longer write for you

My Talitha, I feel you most in my silences.. When my hands touch the air without knowing why..When I walk

Letter from the Other Shore Paul, I do not know if it’s day or night where you are now..Here, we

The End – A Silent Farewell Talitha was the first to go. One night, when the lake was calm and

Dawn rose softly over the lake. The waters had grown calm once more, almost as if they had never been

Some loves burn brighter just before they disappear. The lake had always been magical, but no one knew except for

A Storm That Wasn’t Just a Storm The wind did not simply howl that night, it remembered.. It rushed down

Whisper by the Lake There, in the heart of nature, stands a wooden cabin with just one bedroom, beside the
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