Novelas y relatos de Sakitnya Mencintai Dalam Diam

Nina felt shortness of breath, she couldn't even return Aiden's hug. "You know? Every night my heart hurts, I miss you so much. I'm used to being alone for a long time and I face it with a smile. I choose to wait, even if it hurts, I will not leave you. Only your gentleness can save me from the eternal cold. " ***

he called softly. She turned, brushing away her tears. Despite her sadness, she didn’t want to show her vulnerability to anyone, not even to her friends who were like family to her. She managed a pained smile, which only deepened Alex’s concern. He sat beside her quietly, allowing her to lean on his shoulder as they shared a silent, comforting moment.

They admired her dedication, her unwavering presence by Gideon's side, a testament to the depth of her love. Despite the encouragement, the nights were the hardest. The hospital's quiet intensified the loneliness, the emptiness next to her in bed a stark reminder of what was missing. She missed Gideon's warmth, his laughter, and the way his presence made any place feel like home. Some nights, she whispered fears and secrets to him, things she had never said out loud, hoping her words would reach him, wherever he was.

[Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit] Yeh ishq mein seelan bhari... [This love is filled with so many holes (wounds)] Aati kaha se hein gehraayi... [How does the density come in love?] Kaise rahega tanha akela... [How will you live lonely?] Ae dil tu maasum he.... [Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)]

Pouting slightly, Xavia muttered, “…I bet my face is all oily, and I don’t even have any makeup on… At least come up with a better lie…” “You’ll only ever get the truth from me… Though really, it’s a pity that it took us so long just to be with each other… What’s more, we’ve only been able to enjoy each other twice before you fell sick… A true pity…” …Was he seriously bringing that up with her current condition?! In the end, she couldn’t help but grumble, “…Are you seriously trying to make out with a sickly woman…” “Why not? I love you regardless of the condition you’re in. Besides, who else am I supposed to give this love to, hmm?” said Zivon in a serious tone, leaving Xavia feeling helples

Alex whispered, his lips brushing against my forehead. "We'll make each moment count, find joy in the midst of struggle, and, most importantly, love fiercely." My weak punches on his chest faded away by his words. He loves me. Alex loves me, despite all the chaos. "I love you, Kuschelbär. From the moment, where you shared all your pain and happiness with me, I love you more than I love myself." Alex whispered staring straight into my eyes. Leaning in, I gently pressed my lips against Alex's, a tender and lingering kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with understanding, compassion, and an acknowledgment of the love we shared. In that brief connection, the worries and fears surroundi

Loving in silence. Always.

It felt like space. He opened his notes app, just to write one last thing not for her, not for anyone, but for himself. [Draft — Not Posted] There’s a version of love that never turns bitter. The kind that ends quietly, leaving behind echoes instead of scars. I think that’s what we had. Not perfect. Not easy. But real. I hope she knows that her silence said more than any reply could. That I heard it and it sounded a lot like peace. — K.

Maybe he’s still there in the way he watches when he thinks no one notices. In the way he reacted when I got sick. In the way he loses control over things he claims don’t matter. But it doesn’t change anything. Because caring in silence… isn’t the same as choosing someone. And love— Love isn’t supposed to feel like this. It’s not supposed to hurt like this. Not constantly. Not endlessly. Not without reason. I exhale slowly, my gaze drifting toward the window, though I don’t really see anything beyond it. Just the reflection of someone I barely recognize anymore.

Elara sat in silence, her tears falling again. The room felt like two hearts beating apart, yet still tied together by something greater than pain—love, destiny, the bond they could not escape. And as the night grew deeper, Elara whispered so softly he almost didn’t hear, “Why does love have to hurt so much?” Damien closed his eyes, whispering back, “Because it is real.” The silence that followed was heavy, filled with questions, fear, and a love struggling to survive the storm.