Novel & Cerita Slowly Then All At Once

𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅. “𝑬𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅.

Some already too aligned. “This isn’t just about disruption,” I said. “No.” “It’s about maintaining pressure.” “Yes.” Constant. Steady. Not overwhelming. but persistent. I adjusted my approach again. Not just interacting at one point. but spreading my influence. Touching multiple edges. Creating variation in different directions. And slowly. the effect multiplied. Not dramatically. Not instantly. But enough. Enough to slow the spread. Enough to weaken the uniform pull. My chest eased slightly. “It’s not growing as fast.”

One decision at a time. One thread at a time. The direction clear.

She repeats, breathless, again and again, like an incantation: — I love you, I love you, I love you… The sun rises slowly, and its rays slip between us, gilding our entwined skins. Each gleam of light becomes a blessing, each shiver a consecration. We love again, slowly, intensely, until the entire dawn is imbued with our union. And when we collapse, appeased, we remain pressed against each other, our breaths mingled, our hearts beating in the same rhythm.

"Marshall, can't you see? She's only acting like this now because she saw you. She only got slapped. Why's she acting like she's dying?" I forced my eyes open and saw Marshall frozen halfway down the stairs. Crystal clung to his sleeve, and he just stood there, unmoving. See? It didn't take much to get his attention. He just didn't want to turn back for me. A bitter laugh escaped me as my head hit the floor with a thud. At that moment, I think I saw Marshall push past the crowd, rushing toward me in panic. I wasn't as strong as I looked. Since Crystal returned from abroad, I hadn't slept a full night.

It happened slowly then quickly. The way most real things happened: not with announcement or in a single declaration, but accumulating quietly in the background until, one day you just looked up and there it was, fully formed and indistinguishable from how it had always been, and you’d been too close to see it. They had a rhythm now.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Eve _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She rose slowly. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not with urgency, not with the desperate hunger of someone finally getting what they have been starving for. With intention. With the specific deliberate quality of a person who has made every necessary decision and is now simply moving through the physical world in accordance with what has already been settled internally.

He wanted some kind of synchronisation between them before making any move. He shut his eyes tightly trying to take his mind off cuming as he registered in his present position. He opened his eyes abruptly before slowly thrusting inside her. He was going so slowly that the clapping sound was not so audible. He went deeper but not faster. He was not willing to rush things at all. Gradually, he increased his speed by a ounce and deliberately, he increased it more earning a loud moan from her. The clapping and squelching sound was so audible and that alone was his source of strength.

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ The fights didn't start all at once. They crept in, building slowly, like a quiet storm that none saw coming, slowly turning from small disagreements into something heavier. Something much harder to ignore.

I say slowly, “we find out what we have become.” The system pulses once. Deep. Resonant. And somewhere within it— Something new begins to move.