She is strong, but not in the ways most people think. She loves more than she'll ever get back and she knows it. And yet, she loves anyway. - J.M. Storm|A L E E Z A|In the cold, shadowy room, I huddled against the damp wall, my once-bright clothes now stained and torn. The air felt thick with fear, and the only light flickered dimly overhead.My trembling fingers traced the dampness on the wall as I cast terrified glances at the rusty, imposing door. The chilling creaks of the old building blended with distant whispers, making the silence even more sinister.Why am I here? I did nothing wrong. I do not bully people, I do not shame them, anyhow. Yet, here I am. Please, I didn't do anything," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the oppressive darkness. "Let me go, please."I only remember being taken away from the park, near the penthouse. I sneaked out of the penthouse to make friends. I hate being alone and caged all the time. I d
Sometimes you don't realize the weight of something you've been carrying until you feel the weight of its release. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|When I dialed Lev, the last thing I expected was for his unpleasant brother to answer. Now that he has, I find myself uncertain about how to proceed. Clearly, sharing my nightmare and having him help ease my mind, something I anticipated from Lev, is not an option. Lev and his brother may share blood, but they are starkly different. While Lev exudes warmth like the sun, his brother emanates a coldness akin to the winter of Canada."Hello?" His grumpy and gruff voice once again echoed in my ears, pulling me back from my thoughts. "Who is it?" he inquired, I could practically hear the annoyance dripping from his voice.I furrowed my brow. Is this person oblivious? I'm fairly certain Lev saved my number under Aleeza with a pink heart when he first added it. So, either he's unfamiliar with the concept of
Being deceived feels like standing on solid ground one moment, only to find it crumbling beneath your feet the next. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I do not like dark chocolate and certainly not the iconic show that plays on the tv screen ahead of me, displaying nothing but utter bullshit. I am not even sure why did I came here. When I picked the call on Lev's phone, which he left in my room when he returned to his, I did not expected it to be her. I did not thought that she out of all would be calling her at such inappropriate time. I always had an idea that there might be something between the two of them, but when the phone call rang like a fucking prove to it, I had this strange urge to crush the damn phone. But despite it, I picked it up and showed my arrogance by refusing to acknowledge her even though the caller id displayed her name in big bright letter with a pink fucking heart. Though, when I picked her call and after a beat of few
It's like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands – elusive and intangible. I just wish I knew what caused the rift between us. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|Leaning back in my chair, the white top clung casually as if it had been chosen for its ability to effortlessly match the laid-back vibe. The hot pink tight skirt, on the other hand, screamed a pop of rebellion against the sea of mundane college attire in the cafeteria.My honey blonde hair are tied up in a loose ponytail with a few strands out, making a mess. Lev and Anna flanked me, their expressions mirroring a shared comfort in our routine.I grinned, tapping my fingers on the table. "You won't believe what happened in class today," I began, gesturing with my hands to emphasize the drama of the situation.Lev raised an eyebrow. "Spill it, Zee. Don't leave us hanging."I launched into the tale, hands illustrating each twist and turn, and Anna leaned in, her eyes widening with every det
I never knew words could bruise until I felt the impact of his callous remarks. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|When he left the table, I could not just sit down and watch him leave after I noticed the sudden change in her behaviour. I excused myself from Lev and Anna, a fabricated pretext hanging on my lips. Walking past the corridor he took a left turn, next and I followed him, discreetly. He stopped ahead of the library and entered it. It is ridiculous to imagine him in a place like library, with a book in his hand, engrossed in the writing so much that he forgets the world around him. But now that the thought is imprinted in my head, I can not help but think how impressive he would look like that. Weaving through the book-filled aisles, I caught up to him just as he reached for a book. Without a word, I grabbed his arm and gently pulled him into a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and library etiquette.In the shadowed corner, the unspok
It's like standing at a crossroads of emotions, and every path looks equally perplexing and inviting. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Stepping into the guy's locker room is like entering a world of teenage craziness. The air smelled like a mix of sweat and deodorant, a scent only a high school locker room could have. The lights overhead were flickering like they were in on some secret joke, trying to brighten up the place but not doing a great job.My little brother Lev and I weaved through the narrow spaces between rows of lockers. Each thud of a locker door closing echoed through the room, blending with the laughter and talk from other students. It was like a teenage soundtrack playing in the background.Anna, the new friend of Lev stormed inside the boy's locker room with the bag strap on her shoulders and a big framed glass resting on her nose. She is a redhead and her actions really goes with her personality. She is rebellious. "Did you heard
Loneliness is the quiet ache of an unsung song, and I am both the composer and the audience in this solitary symphony. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The morning sun lazily filtered through the curtains, marking the beginning of a new day. I rose from the bed with a weariness that lingered in my bones, a heaviness born not just from the lack of sleep but from the weight of his words that clung to me like a stubborn fog. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, but my reflection in the mirror revealed a different story. Dark circles lingered beneath my eyes, silent testimony to a night spent tangled in the thorny vines of harsh words. The weight of exhaustion clung to every step.The morning ritual continued as I stood before the bathroom mirror. The reflection staring back at me wasn't just an image; it was a statement – a commitment to face the world with a resilience that echoed in the quiet moments of routine.The day's echoes lingered, and th
In the paradox of emotions, a man may find himself torn between the fire of hate and the magnetic pull of longing, caught in a storm of conflicting feelings. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|In the college corridors, my strides carried an unspoken declaration of dominance. Each step echoed with the assurance of someone who knew their place at the top. The lift of my chin and the piercing gaze were deliberate.As I walked inside the college, a heavy cloud of frustration hung over me. The once-familiar corridors now felt strained and unfamiliar, filled with an uneasy tension that seemed to cling to the air.She, who had been a constant – if somewhat annoying – presence, had now become like a ghost, flitting through my peripheral vision. It was as if she had mastered the art of avoiding me, turning the shared spaces into a stage for her deliberate avoidance.In the dance of college life, her strategic maneuvers to dodge any accidental encounter became