Fragile Longing Novels & Stories

It's like a mix of emptiness, depression, and the feeling of craving her. I just want her next to me, I want her in my presence. I want her in my arms. I need her. I kept thinking as I continuously kept taking swigs of the bottle. My vision started becoming more blurry as I started loosing my balance. I got a notification and it had nothing to do with Kat but it somehow reminded me about her. I typed in her user and cried when I saw her last tweet. It's obvious it's about me. (A/N it's what she tweeted in chapter 22)

Complete. As sleep pulled us under I reflected on the long journey. From that cell where he fucked me raw against the wall in pure rage. Through blackouts and battles and betrayal. Through death and rebirth. To this peaceful powerful life filled with festivals and future dreams. The title Broken Bond, Burning Desire had never been more true. The bond never truly broke. It burned through everything. Death. Curse. Pain. And now it illuminated a future brighter than we deserved. Ronan kissed my forehead in the dark. His arm tight around me. "Sleep my love. Tomorrow we keep building our world."

Pregnancy. The third wheel. Those words kept swirling in my mind, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I kept gulping down glass after glass of liquor, thinking maybe I could gather the courage to march up to them and throw it in their faces. But my body wouldn't listen. I remained frozen on the spot, trembling with hurt, and my voice was stuck in my throat. The people at the next table, tipsy from their drinks, suddenly started calling out to Adrian.

I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable. “Do you mean it, Neffie?” He asks. His voice is low and gentle, laced with hurt and longing. A major part of me is ready to do anything to take my words back. Suddenly, a searing pain shoots up my neck. It’s so painful. I am leaning against the wall as I try to deal with the pain.

“The skyline… that’s how I see the world—broken, jagged, unpredictable. Some places are bright, hopeful even, but most of it feels heavy, like it’s ready to crumble. And the hands… they’re everyone reaching for something they can’t quite hold. Not just me. Everyone. Parents, friends, lovers, strangers… we’re all stretching, grasping, trying not to fall apart.” I paused, letting my gaze travel over the fragile bridges I’d painted beneath the skyline, the faint outlines barely visible but holding everything together. “These bridges… they’re fragile. Sometimes we build them to connect, to reach someone, or something better. And we think that’s enough. But it isn’t. Not always. Sometimes… they f

And yet some stubborn part of her had begun, over the last few years, to push against the shape of that safety as if it were not a shelter but a wall. She often felt guilty for naming the feeling, even to herself. Restlessness sounded ungrateful when spoken aloud. Longing sounded almost absurd in a town tourists crossed oceans to reach. But longing was exactly what it was: not for one place in particular, not yet, but for motion, for surprise, for the version of herself she suspected might exist somewhere beyond the curve of the bay. Some days the desire sat quietly inside her, no more than a pulse. On others—like this one—it swelled until she could barely hear anything else.

And with each passing day, Abigail found it harder to ignore the longing in her heart. One night, unable to contain her emotions any longer, Abigail found herself standing in front of the magical hourglass. The eerie silence of her apartment was interrupted by the soft ticking of the clock, each tick echoing the beat of her heart. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her heart aching with longing. She realized that she couldn't fight her feelings anymore.

And in these moments, I curse my own fragility, I curse myself for being so ordinary, so powerless. The thought that weighs most heavily on my mind, however, is the longing for my children. Elowen and Thorne, their young and innocent faces haunt me every second. The distance between us is not just physical; the fear that something might happen to them while I’m here consumes me. Are they okay? Did they feel my absence? Are they asking for me? The terror of them growing up without me is unbearable.

Doyun shut his eyes. “…I don’t deserve that.” he breathed. But deep inside a place he never admitted existed a tiny, trembling part of him whispered: (…I want it.) The car drove on. And for the first time in years, Baek Doyun felt something break not in pain, but in longing. To be continue

The tenderness he showed made her heart ache with both joy and sorrow. This happiness felt too fragile, too perfect — like a dream that could shatter at any moment. She clung to that fragile smile, even as her soul trembled with the fear that he might be slipping away from her.