Echo Of Love Novels & Stories

Love. Love. Love.

My Love. THE END!!

His clean, woody scent enveloped me, and his warm hand gently stroked my back. "Cry," he said softly. "I'm here. No one will ever hurt you again." That simple promise was like opening a floodgate. All the hurt, the pain, and the bitterness burst forth at that moment. I buried my face in his shirt and cried like a child. Lorenzo let my tears soak his collar, holding me even tighter.

With Love, The Cloud.

We sit at a bench, and have a perfect view of the show. Sylvester opens the box, and lets me choose first. I take a bite and then glance at Sylvester. He's enjoying the fireworks, and I randomly feel a rush of emotions. Oh shit, here we go again. "I love you." I say, quickly looking away. You said that out loud?! I feel my heart pound in my chest, and hope maybe he didn't hear it. It's not that big of a deal anyway... Uh-huh... Sylvester's head whips in my direction, and his lips curve upwards. "What was that?" He asks.

No reaction. Uri patted Neil's pale cheeks and called out: "Neil, wake up!" "Neil! It's me! Wake up!" Neil Royce opened his eyes slowly, his cloudy blue eyes devoid of lifelessness. He looked up slightly for a moment, then parted his pale lips: "U... Uri?" Uri hugged Neil and said in a choked voice: "God, you're awake! It's me!" Neil closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his friend, the sound of chains hitting each other making a "jingle... jingle..." He weakly smiled: "I think I can't... see you again..."

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

It wasn't a support line today; it was a witness. "I do not ask for your loyalty," I shouted, the wind tearing at my words. "I do not ask for your protection. I ask only that you watch what happens when the Silence finally speaks." The First Descent: The Negative-Pulse I sat at the very edge of the glass, my legs dangling over the three-thousand-foot drop. I closed my eyes. Step one: Kill the heartbeat. I reached for the Negative-Pulse. I didn't ease into it this time. I dove. I grabbed the rhythm of my heart and squeezed.

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️