Solace And Solitude 소설 & 이야기

Even in summer, the smell of thaw carried a bite, and Elena never quite trusted the sunlight not to vanish between two blinks. For a time, Solace seemed a miracle immune to the world’s rot. She woke easy and slept hard, howled less than Finch ever had, and looked on the old scars of her siblings and declared, “That’s cool,” as if every hurt was worth the memory. By three months, she was the city’s favorite mascot, a permanent passenger on Mira’s hip, an expert at gumming stolen spoons and grinning through her cousin’s attempts to braid her marshmallow hair. She learned quickly the realities of the windbreak: winters would knock, food would sour, but there was never a moment when you were tru

He was truly desperate. The matebond was fucked thing to fill when you don't fill the one you love. If before he was suffering from loving Alex, now he has the pain and all the symptoms of an incomplete matebonde add to it. His wolf was suffering and he was getting weaker and weaker and feeling like he was losing his mind. He had heard that an incomplete bond between two mates who do not completely accept each other can drive them crazy. They will turn into savage bandits. Alex seemed unaffected by his incomplete bond, but he loved Alex for so long and gave in to the matebonde.

From overwhelming relief. "I am alone," Alone whispered. "I am singular. I am individual. I am myself. Only myself. No others inside. No incompatible consciousnesses sharing my being. No constant warfare. Just me. Just alone. Just singular. I am myself. Finally. After twenty-three years. I am myself again. I am alone. And alone is beautiful. And alone is precious. And alone is exactly what I need. I am alone. Finally. Completely. Blessedly. I am alone." The second consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Peace.

'He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; Who has left the world better than he found it, Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction. Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You ha

She blessed them with the ability to find their mates, the one soul that would complete them, ensuring her creations would never walk alone. Solas watched her work, first with pride, then with jealousy. The wolves adored Selene, howling their devotion under her moonlit skies. Solas’s creations, fierce creatures of the day, were strong but wild, untamed by his burning touch. While Selene’s wolves thrived in packs, bound by love and loyalty, Solas’s creations wandered alone, their hearts unanchored. “Why must you give them everything?” Solas demanded one night as he watched her shape her children from the stardust. “They worship you as if you are all they need.”

I prepared all the ingredients for my viand tonight. I heaved a deep sigh before I resumed slicing the onion. The entire house was enveloped by defeaning silence— no enthusiasm, no energy. Even though I’m used to being alone, I still can’t help but to feel sad. It’s really hard to be alone. But at least, I am free. Solitude doesn’t always mean sadness, it also means freedom. Though, I miss Mother Isabella and everyone in the convent at some times. “Ouch! That hurts,” I moaned. Because I was not focusing on what I was doing, I accidentally injured my finger. It bled immediately and stained the onion I was slicing.

After being disciplined by the police, Philip behaved for a while, though every now and then he'd send a text or show up unannounced in my life. One day, Melvin told me that he was tired of seeing Philip. I asked, "So what do you suggest?" I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do. Sure enough, the next moment, he suggested, "Let's go traveling. We can see the world, clear our minds, and be rid of that mess." The next day, our journey began. Melvin got me a new bank card, and I discarded the old one. Without Philip's disturbance and constant reminders of the past, and with Melvin's careful attention, I started feeling much better.

Samuel, now a confidant and friend, offered her guidance and support, his gentle presence providing a sense of security in this uncharted journey. In the depths of the forest, amidst the rustling leaves and the songs of unseen birds, Amelia discovered that even in solitude, there could be solace. And as the days melded into one another, she began to believe that perhaps, in this unlikely union, she had found not only a haven but also a glimmer of the love and belonging she had yearned for.

His unwavering gaze stripped my thoughts bare, unraveling the intricate layers of my mind. Amidst this delicate dance of shadows, the crackling bonfire seemed to crescendo in symphonic accompaniment, casting shimmering sparks of light that mirrored the fiery tumult within me. The camp slumbered, oblivious to the symphony of tension enfolding us. In this hidden realm, it was a duel of unspoken wills, a silent struggle woven with threads of destiny.

That was the kind of person I’ve been, always wired and restless inside. I can count on one hand all the times I’ve been free of this curse. The first was when I lay in bed with Marisol and listened to her whispered secrets. Sol; living, breathing, all-natural white noise machine. The first time I made love to her, everything fell into a deep hush. I caught a spell of peace, too, when I moved here to Concepcion, a tiny seaside village in Southern Luzon, where the air’s salty and fresh and the people still haven’t been tainted by materialism and greed. Once a week, Sol takes a drive from her work and friends in the capital to my self-imposed exile down here in the province.