Fading Lovers Novels & Stories

Now, was I supposed to endure a loveless marriage just because of what others might think? It was laughable. We'd been married for twenty years and worked together for just as long. When we first left home and came here, we were broke—surviving off odd jobs. We never complained. We worked hard together, pursued higher education, became professors, built a life—side by side, never apart. But somewhere along the way, even though we were always together, we stopped having anything to say to each other. No matter how hard I tried to go back to the way things were, I couldn't.

At the company's tenth-anniversary celebration, my wife's male secretary was in charge of the raffle. When it was time for the grand prize, he somehow drew his own name. My wife asked him what he wanted, and he pointed at the watch on my wrist. I flatly refused. How could a personal belonging be used as a prize? But the male secretary turned to my wife and whined, "That watch is a limited edition. There's only one in the world." My wife signaled for me to give the watch to him. I argued my case, but my wife slapped me across the face instead. "It's just a watch. Don't ruin the mood of the anniversary celebration." I smiled, took off the watch, and handed it to her secretary. It was

If anything, it felt stronger now, because I finally knew just how much he'd been hiding. We ended up curled together on his couch again, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. For a few seconds, everything felt quiet. Then his phone lit up on the counter, bright enough that we both noticed. It was a headline. A photo of us leaving the club that first night, grainy but still unmistakably us. Underneath it was a question mark followed by his name. Who is Rowan Archer's mystery girl — and is she about to cost him his season?

"Don't ever enter my study again. You're not allowed to touch anything in my room again!" Back then, Liam had spoken to me with a dark expression on his face. Yet, when he turned to hold up the crystal ball, his eyes had been filled with infinite tenderness. He'd shoved me to the floor. When I looked up at him, I unintentionally caught sight of the inscription carved into the base of the crystal ball—"From: Vivi". I thought back to the rather platonic love that Liam and I had shared over the past six years. Liam would say he liked me very much every time, but he would only ever go as far as staring at my lips and holding my hand.

"I love you more with each passing day." Sarah's voice trembled. "I love you too." Their dance slowed, and Nicholas's eyes locked onto Sarah's. In that moment, time stood still. The world outside faded into the background. Only their love remained. Nicholas's hands cradled Sarah's face. Their lips met in a soft, sensual kiss. The moon watched over them. Their love shone brighter than its silvery light. ***********************************

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

It was quite a sight. The music started, and the big screen showed two figures, a male and a female, running hand in hand in the rain. Elio sang an old favorite, "Someone Like You." We used to laugh, we used to cry, our hearts beating as one, However, time can be a thief, stealing what we thought had begun. Then we walk these streets alone, shadows of what we were, Faded pictures in a frame, memories that blur. We were lovers once, dancing in the rain,

Make it tolerable? “I love you. Don’t leave me.” He shakes me violently, and I don’t feel a thing, because I’m already gone, aren’t I? Above me, the tapestry is a hazy stream of flickering lights against the stars. I count the threads, following the lifelines of those I love, finding mine… breaking. Splintering into pieces, carried away on a soft, phantom breeze, piece by piece, atom by atom. Me–and our baby. Our miracle. Both threads just… fading.

Forget about ever getting a chance to see the passcode. Your love although fallacious, should be presented like a slow poison, disguised as smouldering passion in order to deviate his attention from your hatred to this newfound seduction. Slow so that no question can ever be raised on you, no fingers can ever be pointed on you but you will be the actual shadow behind his downfall!!'