We all have secrets. Different kinds of secrets we don't want to share. Luna, now an adult reminisces about her teenage years where she was involved in a secret relationship with Ashton. The two were best of friends who fell for each other but Ashton suddenly avoided Luna for three years. After meeting in the middle of a pandemic, the two met and started talking to each other again that bloomed a new love. They turned the page and started a new chapter together. They were best friends who turned to strangers. Strangers who turned to Secret Lovers.
Lihat lebih banyakYou can't just remove hurt from your skin like it never happened. People are mobile tattoo machines and the marks hey leave on us are pretty easily seen like for example, maybe his fingerprints aren't really burned on my skin but I still don't feel clean whenever I think of him and maybe the heart he broke healed long ago but whenever I see him, it still aches and feels empty. I know my existence is temporary and so is his, but god, please as much as I love the starts, they don't last forever. I don't mind being temporary as long as it means I'm temporary with him. I would paint a hundred more stars in the sky if it meant he nevers burn out.We some how found each other and fit together with a ust neither of us had experienced before. People say opposites attract, but I knew it couldn't last long. Fire and ice could never last forever. Soon enough he burned out and I melted. It was bound to happen. BUt here we are again, like we were sent back a few months in ti
You were the most beautfiul thing I'd ever felt. And I was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing I'd ever feel. Do you know how limiting that is, to think at such a ripe young age, I'd experienced the most exhilarating person I'd ever meet. And I'd spend the rest of my life just settling to think I'd tasted the most natural rawest form of sugar and everything else would be refined and synthetic. That nothing beyond this moment would add up. That all the years beyond me could not combine themselves to be sweeter than you.I kept waiting for you to call me. In this middle of the night, crying, to tell me you're sorry. To tell that you made the greatest mistake of your life. I kept telling myself that one day you'll come back, that you'll give me a reason to trust you again. That one day, you'll come back and make me fall in love all over again. I admit, I know it's stupid, and I know that I'm an idiot for believing that things likfe that happen out
Sometimes when I look at you, and you're looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you're feeling but can't say. When our eyes meet, it's like we're instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It's like our own little secret... a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance or normal. God, your eyes are gorgeous. There are times when I want nothing more than to look you in the eyes, because it's when we're looking at each other in silence that we end up saying most.As I scroll down through my phone watching clips, Ashton suddenly texted me, "What are you doing?"I didn't expect he'd text me or something because we haven't texted each other for many years. And our conversations before on the text was him confessing to me over and over while I kept asking him why he would want someone like me. He used to be the first to
"What is it about him?" my friend asks me. "It doesn't seem like he's treating you right." It's a good question, and I find myself at a loss for words fit to answer."You're right," I say. "He doesn't treat my right. But that's what draws me to him. It's the way that he acts like he doesn't care, like losing me wouldn't mean anything to him. Like I have to constantly work for his attention. You see, so many guys have tried to chase me, but the only one I want is the one who I have to work to catch."----Ashton GreyShe wraps her legs around my waist.She whispers in his ear. "Stay."This is my cue to kiss her. Wrap my fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet heart beat beating.She won't be always his vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of my hand. This is my cue to pull her closer.Place a gentle thumb of her bo
I keep hearing idea that true love takes your breath away, but I don't think that's right. No, he's the one who reminded me to breath when I'd forgotten how. He was the one who knew my heart better than I did and reminded it to beat when I felt irreparably broken. He gave me more than I ever hope for, and that is a love most people will never understand."Hey shrimp, you're not listening," Ashton whispered when he noticed I was scribbling something down on my notebook instead of payng attention to the teacher who was lecturing in front. I hushed him to stay quiet and continued scribbling down on the notebook. He watched me draw little stick people on the notebook when he decided to join me too. Our drawing turned into a game. I scratched a paper and fold it, the other side is his territory and the other side is mine. We drew little stick people and the way of the game is; you fold the paper and draw a circle on the other side and if the circle hits a stick perso
"Are you okay?" Eliora asked when she saw me staring at Ashton and his new love in front of me. He was teasing her, while she was hitting him playfully, they were both laughing. My forehead creased, we were like that too.I clicked my tongue,"I'm fine, Eliora. Why?" I turned to her with a small smile. Eliora stares at me and tilted her head. She glances at them and turns back to me with narrowed eyes,"You're jealous..." she mutter to me as I immediately shook my head."As if. Why would I be jealous? We never even dated."Eliora looked at me painfully. I sighed and convinced her I was really fine. That it didn't hurt when I saw him with someone new again, with my friend. The girl she liked after me lasted for a year and a half before the girl turned him down because she liked someone else that time from another school. Now, Ashton is obviously
I was prepared, but it still hurt.I pretended not to notice when his calls became less infrequent and even when they all stopped the together. I pretended that I didn’t mind how secretive he was about him and I. He didn’t talk about me to his friends while I talk about us to everyone I know, including his friends, since they’re my friends too. I pretended that it didn’t hurt when we ended and that I hardly noticed his presence. I pretended I was happy for him when he fell for her instead. But I can’t help but miss him.“What do you mean by ‘Not just today’ ?” I asked, lifting my brow.He just shrugs. “You’ll see.” Ashton simply replied.He’s toying with me. I can feel it. But I let him do what he wants anyways.I’m a fool too.Some d
We all have someone we never speak of. Someone who meant so much, that even hearing their name makes your soul tremble with memories and pain. Someone who makes your heart break a little more each time you accidentally think of the color of their eyes.Our love has long passed a long time ago. It’s now nothing but a thing about the pass. A memory. But whenever my eyes contact with his, my heart still beats to the rhythm of my slow breaths. After how many years has passed, he’s still the one for me.It’s him always and forever.“You believe in the word ‘forever’ ?” I asked, giving Ashton a questioning look. He just shrugs and smiled, ruffling my hair to which I groaned and he laughs. It’s his thing to tease me and ruffle my hair everyday. Not a day has he not tease me. I
We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret.Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.My silky dark brunette hair flapped in the wind as I walked inside the school to pass my works I have been working for a week. The colors of my eyes are so dark brown, almost black and my skin is slightly tanned. I wore an aqua blue button down shirt paired with faded blue baggy pants and white shoes to top it all.
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