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Imperfect
 A Whisper from my soul
All things that humans do are all charged to their faults.
God made our mind to control anything and made our heart to balance everything.
But what really lies from that existence depends on one's self.
What you do in your life depends on your strength and courage.
One beginning, different plot, one end; that's the real story of life.
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Short Story: Where the Light Finds Us
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
12:45:00 AM
The waves moved in slow, quiet patterns, brushing against our feet like they didn’t want to interrupt. The sand was cool, almost damp, grounding me as the sky began to soften, deep blue melting into the faintest gold. The air held that in-between stillness, not quite night, not yet morning. He stood beside me, arms crossed tight, like he didn’t know what to do with the way he felt. I was just as unsure, my hands buried deep in my pockets, heart loud in my chest. I hadn’t meant to say anything, not yet, but it pushed its way out of me anyway. “I didn’t plan this,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Us. I didn’t see it coming.” He turned slightly, eyes searching mine. “But it’s real,” I added. “I think about you all the time. And I don’t know what I’m doing, or how this is supposed to go. But I want it. I want to try… with you.” He didn’t say anything right away, just looked at me like he was holding something in. “I’ve never been in a relationship before,” he said eventually, voice trembling. “Not like this.” “You don’t have to know everything,” I told him, gently. “I don’t either.” His smile was small, nervous, but it was there. He nodded, like saying yes without the word. “Okay,” he breathed. I reached for his hand. This time, he didn’t pull away. And just as our fingers laced together, the first streak of sunlight broke over the water; soft and warm, like a quiet beginning. Labels: stories |