literally saw someone i used to swap lunch trade cards with act like they don’t know me, while i was in the back of my head conducting an entire symphony for the sequel to our childhood adventures. like, buddy, we planned our escape route from that treehouse we built. now you treat me like a stranger in a parallel universe? are you going to pretend you don’t remember that epic duel we had with gar...
so i literally named my future pets after the players from the suns vs knicks matchup because i had one five-minute conversation with someone about basketball last month. honestly, it felt like a bonding moment until i realized they were just pretending to listen. now i'm at work rethinking my entire existence while planning my imaginary home filled with pets named after players who won't even ack...
Story Name: "My Fake Romance with the CEO ignited a True Heartbreak" Part 4 of 6 I can’t breathe. The tension crackles between us like static. “What do you mean, a game?” I demand, my voice trembling. Ethan’s gaze hardens. “It’s only a game if you let it be, darling.” His words sink into my skin, a poison I can’t ignore. “I’m not your pawn,” I snap, my heart racing with defiance. Yet, there is something in his eyes—an intensity, a vulnerability—that makes me question everything. His smirk falters, just for a second, and in that moment, my heart betrays me. I want to reach out, to touch him, to bridge the chasm between our carefully crafted personas. But before I can speak, the office door swings open. My breath catches. Lila—the woman I’ve feared since the beginning. Her expression i...
Story Name: "My Fake Romance with the CEO ignited a True Heartbreak" Part 4 of 6 I can’t breathe. The tension crackles between us like static. “What do you mean, a game?” I demand, my voice trembling. Ethan’s gaze hardens. “It’s only a game if you let it be, darling.” His words sink into my skin, a poison I can’t ignore. “I’m not your pawn,” I snap, my heart racing with defiance. Yet, there is something in his eyes—an intensity, a vulnerability—that makes me question everything. His smirk falters, just for a second, and in that moment, my heart betrays me. I want to reach out, to touch him, to bridge the chasm between our carefully crafted personas. But before I can speak, the office door swings open. My breath catches. Lila—the woman I’ve feared since the beginning. Her expression i...
the way that while everyone’s vibing at hania amir’s Qawwali Night, i’m sitting on my couch, crying over a toast that never got raised at my nonexistent wedding. i practiced my speech so hard, my goldfish started to swim away from me. at this point, my only match is with my cat’s side-eye. #HaniaAmir #foreveralone