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

His concern is a well-rehearsed act, and I've seen the script one too many times. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The man who stood in front of me with his tall figure is none other than the asshole himself, Niall. His three friends stood behind him like a fucking bodyguard. "What are you doing?" I slurred, faltering on my steps. God, why even standing still on my two feet seems like an impossible task. A grin split his face in two, and I can see three faces of him, in result of the drink I took from him. "You seem to enjoy putting on a hero's act, don't you?"He stepped closer and subconsciously, I took one back, stumbling on my own two feets, "I will show you what it means to mess with Niall." His jaw clenched, as if remembering the effect of the slap I landed on his face weeks ago. My head throbs but I try to stand still and look around for someone who can be of help. My eyes wandered in the vast garden, looking for the familiar faces of m

The way she kissed me is a memory I can't escape, a magnetic force pulling me back to the moments where our lips met and time stood still. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Her gray eyes, like a storm on the horizon, locked onto mine. In that moment, time seemed to hesitate, and the world around us blurred into insignificance. The air thickened with an unspoken tension as she closed the space between us, catching me off guard. My mind scrambled to process the sudden shift, but something in her gaze told me she needed this, and so did I.Her lips pressed against mine, and for a heartbeat, I hesitated. The unexpectedness of the kiss sent a shockwave through my senses. Yet, I didn't pull away. There was an enchanting intensity in the way she kissed me, as if each touch of her lips sought to erase the memory of another. Her arms circled my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss.The world outside our bubble ceased

To be noticed is to be valued, and for every glance that lingers on me, I am thankful for the acknowledgment of my worth. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The college hallway buzzed with the energy of a thousand stories, and as I made my way to the first lecture, I couldn't shake off the echo of footsteps around me.Lev's familiar face emerged in the lecture hall, and as he approached, a warm smile lit up his features."Morning, Zee," he greeted, his eyes catching mine. "Hey, Lev," I replied, attempting to mirror his cheerfulness. As we found seats together, his words cut through the air with a compliment that painted a blush on my cheeks. "You look beautiful today," he said, and his charming smile felt like a gentle breeze after a storm. I met his sand brown eyes with my own before I thanked him, "Thank you, Lev."Now that I think about it, it's been a while since he complimented me like this. He used to do it almost daily, what changed? Maybe the

Her caring hands held the power to heal wounds and mend broken pieces, turning their story into a tale of resilience and love. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|"Hey, Zee, just checking in. Are you sure you can handle dinner on your own?" Nicolas' voice crackled through the phone.I rolled my eyes, playfully wielding a spatula. "Nic, I promise not to burn the kitchen down. Again."Tonight, I called my brothers, the reason being I missed them. I was reading a book and the siblings in the said book reminded me of my two over protective brothers. So, I ended up calling them while preparing dinner for myself. Lorenzo chimed in, his concern echoing through the phone. "You know, sorellina , it wouldn't hurt to come back home."I stirred the pot on the stove, a smile playing on my lips. "Enzo, I have a life out here, you know. Not everything revolves around home-cooked meals and family drama."Nicolas sighed. "Just come home. It's not the same without you