Fragile Longing Novels & Stories

But every time he thought of those indecent photos, and every time he looked at his home that was missing its mistress, the pain in his chest became too much to bear. He was afraid he would break if he stepped inside. But after a week, intense and endless longing filled his every thought. He had no choice but to seek comfort in the remnants of past happiness. When they stepped into the chamber and saw the mutilated tapestries inside, Liam's face went deathly pale. He frantically grabbed the tapestries and turned them over one by one. In a panicked voice, he muttered, "No… No, this can't be. It's impossible! Where's Mom?"

He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over. When I arrived, I saw a spark of life return to his eyes, like an old fire rekindled. Still, that tiny ember vanished the moment I spoke. "I used to want to marry you here more than anything." Saying it now, I didn't feel pain anymore. Maybe, when the end is near, your heart just gets lighter.

Next time, we won’t be caught. But hope feels fragile, as fragile as the breath rattling in my lungs. I curl on the bed, staring at the open window that now leads to nowhere. My tears blur the bars into shadows. Almost. And almost feels like the cruelest word in the world.

Miles had spoken casually, "I do like her. She's stunning, and I could say she's one in a million. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone against everyone to carry her into the car back then. "But she's so resilient, like hardy grass. Hardy grass can't compare to the delicate charm of a begonia, which makes you want to cherish it. "Even so, she cares enough about me. She'll eventually back down no matter how much she protests. I don't even need to put in much effort to mollify her. I think I could keep her around for a few more years." "I guess meeting you was truly her misfortune then…" "What a headache. This is such a nuisance."

It was a dangerous longing, one that left me vulnerable and exposed. It was on the third night of my self-imposed exile that I stumbled upon a tranquil clearing. Moonlight bathed the meadow in its soft glow, illuminating the delicate wildflowers that swayed in the breeze. Their fragrance filled the air, a reminder of the beauty that still existed amidst the chaos of my emotions.

At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I should have been looking for you to fill the void in my temporarily wandering heart. Beloved, I know I have hurt you countless times with my words and actions, and for all of them, I sincerely and humbly ask for your forgiveness. Since my heart was made to fit with your, I long for you even when my heart is broken, even when I feel so hurt by your actions or lack thereof that my heart feels frozen, I still long for you. I have pondered this many times, and I have come to realize that it is what I truly desire this longing. It keeps bringing me back to my kne

“It’ll feel longer.” His fingers brushed lightly through my hair. “You’ll call?” “Every day.” “You promise?” “I don’t break promises.” I rested my head against his chest. “You better not.” There was something fragile about that night. Not fragile in a weak way. Fragile like glass clear and delicate and worth protecting. The room was quiet except for our breathing. I didn’t want to fall asleep too quickly. Because sleep meant morning. And morning meant departure. “Kiera.” “Hmm?”

The room, frozen in time, retained ethereal traces of her essence-a stark reminder of what once was and what had slipped away from his grasp. The air became heavy with the gravity of his unspoken longing, and each passing moment within that room felt like a pilgrimage into the depths of his despair. The walls absorbed the silent pleas that filled the space, and the floor beneath him soaked in the unspoken tears-a testament to a love that resisted fading into oblivion.

It coalesced in frenzied, spiraling patterns, as if dreaming of the moment a fragile, luminous phoenix would unfurl its wings and carry a spark of what I once was. Through the turmoil, I glimpsed a silver light weave through the fragments of my being. It had no shape, drifting like the glow of tiny lanterns on a summer night. It moved without purpose, carrying a weight of grief so deep it pressed against my soul, a silent lament for everything that had been lost. Why did they feel so lonely?

"I'm still here… I just need more time..." The words were faint but clear, spoken with warmth and patience. Celeste lifted her head slowly, hope flickering to life in her heart. Yet beneath that small flicker of hope, a profound ache persisted. She still felt utterly alone, her spirit fractured and her heart raw from reliving the moments she'd spent so long trying to forget. Her mate’s betrayal, the bond she had cherished snapping violently in her chest, her heart shattered again and again with each painful memory.