Wind Of Love Novels & Stories

I spoke to the night wind, Asking the darkness, Why is this love unable to Penetrate the invisible boundaries? In the suffocating silence, I fall silent in memory, Your face, your smile, floats, As if far away at the end of the sky. This love, which once felt real, Is now just a faint shadow, Buried in the heart, Unrequited, unrevealed, unforgettable. In this sadness, I learn, accept the bitter truth, that not all love finds its way,

I’m nothing but a horrible person, horrible daughter, horrible girlfriend, horrible mate, horrible mother and I could keep going forever, but the wind begins to communicate with me. Every time it makes my hair fly, it tells me something different that I can't put into words, but it makes me feel peace and tranquility. It tells me that nothing is irreparable. It tells me that bonds are forever, especially fated bonds. It tells me that I'm not just someone horrible who deserves hate but I'm a complex human like everyone else. And then it fills me with love. For the first time in a year, I feel like there's a small light outside the tunnel. It feels so good, I want to chase that feeling. I need

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

And then he kissed me, gently at first, then deeper, like each drop from the sky carried his devotion. A cool wind danced around us, but it only fanned the flames. The storm sang its wild lullaby. And in his arms, dripping, trembling, adored, I forgot the pain, the past, the trials. Only love reigned. Only we reigned. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After the call ended, he wandered the streets as the past seven years replayed in his mind like a movie. The first memory he thought of was when I arrogantly asked him to buy me coffee. Ray also remembered how he had secretly added sugar to my bitter drink back then. Next, he recalled our bittersweet first kiss and how we had stood determinedly before my father, hand in hand. He also reminisced about our early years when we had weathered storms together. Then, he pondered how the recent ones had been filled with silence and apathy. Seven years was a long time—to the point where he couldn't distinguish when his love for me had turned into hate.

Vincent was trying to win me over again, but I felt absolutely nothing. Affection that came too late was worth less than dirt. "Lena, are you really going to throw away our ten years of love just like that? If it weren't for me, your dad would've sold you off already! Wasn't my love enough for you?" I turned to look at him, pointing at the scars on my body.

Next thing I know I’m back on the street. Only it’s not Chinatown, maybe not even New York. The wedge of twilight sky I can see from the narrow alley isn’t cut by telephone wires but strings of ragged prayer flags. They flutter in the wind with a sound like pigeon wings. As I pass under them, the windows of the surrounding buildings pulse with the light of candles and I smell the iron tang of blood.

Each rustling leaf seemed to whisper secrets of the universe, secrets that only nature and kindred souls could decipher. With the soft rustle of leaves as a backdrop, I closed my eyes for a fleeting moment. The sensation of the wind against my skin became a canvas for the flood of emotions that surged within me. It was as if the very air I breathed had transformed into an elixir of vitality, filling my lungs with rejuvenating energy that mirrored the vivacity of our love.

"Because I know that's not how he feels." My forehead furrowed even more. "He doesn't really love me!" It's just one more insult, this house is on fire to me. Instead of fearing, he just smiled at me. He let go the feather on his hand, then started to walk in his place. "Love can be likened to the wind... The wind stays with us, passes, flows and settles on our skin and body,

And now, my biggest opportunity. But before I could process it, a deafening roar of wind echoed from outside, shaking the cabin. I moved to the window and saw a flurry of snow. From the living room, the TV announced a breaking news update: a massive snowstorm had hit, and no travel was advised. I was snowed in. With him. My ex-boyfriend’s dad.