Ketulusan Cinta の小説・ストーリー

She sang of two lovers, destined for love, but couldn't be together because their love was poisoning others around them. I willed her to look my way as she scanned the crowd, searching for something that I knew I had the answer to. When it seemed like it wouldn't find me, it did and it never left. It was like we were the two lovers, destined never to be together. On the last line, tears dropped from her face as she repeatedly sang goodbye, maybe in another life.

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.

The whiskey burned more now, too harsh, but I kept drinking until it didn't. My head had rolled back, so I could continuously stare at the faint light from the window, and traced shapes in the dark. “You don’t even know how to love someone right, Kael,” I murmured. “You think dominance is devotion. You think control is care. You think marking someone halfway means forever. You’re wrong.” The last word came out broken. I didn't even realize it until it was too late. Hot tears pouring down my cheeks uninvited. I wiped at them angrily, muttering curses under my breath.

The struggle to move on persisted, a poignant melody of love, loss, and the elusive search for closure. In the quiet expanse of Kaitlyn's abandoned room, Kyle sank to the floor, the weight of his yearning bearing down on him like an overwhelming burden. The tangible ache of heartbreak made itself known as he settled on the cool surface, confronting the echoes of a love that once animated the room with warmth and joy.

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,

Yes —Stupidly enough. Because no matter how much this kiss affects me. No matter the emotions it stirs up inside me No matter the realization dawning on me now, that I might be in love with him. That I am so foolish enough to have fallen for Prince Jamal. I have to remember that he is no least affected, because Jamal can't feel. Jamal is cursed and he can't even understand my emotions. More so Jamal is engaged, engaged to a princess. And I am in no way in his league.

As he wrapped his hand around hers and kissed her palm slowly, a shudder ran through her. She slowly looked up at him and he gently wiped the tears off her eyes with his thumb. As he kissed on her forehead, he felt the deep turmoil inside, his mind and heart in conflict with each other. His heart and body, depraved of any love or care for so long, craved for Damini's love, her touch, while his mind warned him not to expect anything from her, especially when he was unable to declare their love for each other openly and solemnise their bond. She slowly cupped his face with both her hands and kissed him on his forehead and that was it....he was lost, forever in her love, bursting his resolve an

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’