It's like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands – elusive and intangible. I just wish I knew what caused the rift between us. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|Leaning back in my chair, the white top clung casually as if it had been chosen for its ability to effortlessly match the laid-back vibe. The hot pink tight skirt, on the other hand, screamed a pop of rebellion against the sea of mundane college attire in the cafeteria.My honey blonde hair are tied up in a loose ponytail with a few strands out, making a mess. Lev and Anna flanked me, their expressions mirroring a shared comfort in our routine.I grinned, tapping my fingers on the table. "You won't believe what happened in class today," I began, gesturing with my hands to emphasize the drama of the situation.Lev raised an eyebrow. "Spill it, Zee. Don't leave us hanging."I launched into the tale, hands illustrating each twist and turn, and Anna leaned in, her eyes widening with every det
I never knew words could bruise until I felt the impact of his callous remarks. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|When he left the table, I could not just sit down and watch him leave after I noticed the sudden change in her behaviour. I excused myself from Lev and Anna, a fabricated pretext hanging on my lips. Walking past the corridor he took a left turn, next and I followed him, discreetly. He stopped ahead of the library and entered it. It is ridiculous to imagine him in a place like library, with a book in his hand, engrossed in the writing so much that he forgets the world around him. But now that the thought is imprinted in my head, I can not help but think how impressive he would look like that. Weaving through the book-filled aisles, I caught up to him just as he reached for a book. Without a word, I grabbed his arm and gently pulled him into a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and library etiquette.In the shadowed corner, the unspok
It's like standing at a crossroads of emotions, and every path looks equally perplexing and inviting. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Stepping into the guy's locker room is like entering a world of teenage craziness. The air smelled like a mix of sweat and deodorant, a scent only a high school locker room could have. The lights overhead were flickering like they were in on some secret joke, trying to brighten up the place but not doing a great job.My little brother Lev and I weaved through the narrow spaces between rows of lockers. Each thud of a locker door closing echoed through the room, blending with the laughter and talk from other students. It was like a teenage soundtrack playing in the background.Anna, the new friend of Lev stormed inside the boy's locker room with the bag strap on her shoulders and a big framed glass resting on her nose. She is a redhead and her actions really goes with her personality. She is rebellious. "Did you heard
Loneliness is the quiet ache of an unsung song, and I am both the composer and the audience in this solitary symphony. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The morning sun lazily filtered through the curtains, marking the beginning of a new day. I rose from the bed with a weariness that lingered in my bones, a heaviness born not just from the lack of sleep but from the weight of his words that clung to me like a stubborn fog. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, but my reflection in the mirror revealed a different story. Dark circles lingered beneath my eyes, silent testimony to a night spent tangled in the thorny vines of harsh words. The weight of exhaustion clung to every step.The morning ritual continued as I stood before the bathroom mirror. The reflection staring back at me wasn't just an image; it was a statement – a commitment to face the world with a resilience that echoed in the quiet moments of routine.The day's echoes lingered, and th
In the paradox of emotions, a man may find himself torn between the fire of hate and the magnetic pull of longing, caught in a storm of conflicting feelings. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|In the college corridors, my strides carried an unspoken declaration of dominance. Each step echoed with the assurance of someone who knew their place at the top. The lift of my chin and the piercing gaze were deliberate.As I walked inside the college, a heavy cloud of frustration hung over me. The once-familiar corridors now felt strained and unfamiliar, filled with an uneasy tension that seemed to cling to the air.She, who had been a constant – if somewhat annoying – presence, had now become like a ghost, flitting through my peripheral vision. It was as if she had mastered the art of avoiding me, turning the shared spaces into a stage for her deliberate avoidance.In the dance of college life, her strategic maneuvers to dodge any accidental encounter became
I've built bridges with trust, but now I wonder if some are crossing just to exploit. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The weekend sprawled out before me like an endless stretch of downtime, accompanied by the uninspiring company of a lackluster movie that failed to ignite even a hint of interest. The monotonous hum of the television was interrupted by the doorbell's cheerful chime, signaling the arrival of a guest. Upon opening the door of my apartment, the faces of my two friends revealed. Lev and Anna stood before me, with a huge grin on their face. I returned their smile with a forced one of my own. Anna wasted no time in delivering a snide comment about my movie choice. "Another cinematic masterpiece, Zee?"I gestured grandly toward the living room, opting for a casual deflection. "If you've graced us with your presence to critique my taste, feel free to settle down."Lev's eyebrow arched in playful mockery, "Settle down? Are we in a reti
His concern is a well-rehearsed act, and I've seen the script one too many times. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The man who stood in front of me with his tall figure is none other than the asshole himself, Niall. His three friends stood behind him like a fucking bodyguard. "What are you doing?" I slurred, faltering on my steps. God, why even standing still on my two feet seems like an impossible task. A grin split his face in two, and I can see three faces of him, in result of the drink I took from him. "You seem to enjoy putting on a hero's act, don't you?"He stepped closer and subconsciously, I took one back, stumbling on my own two feets, "I will show you what it means to mess with Niall." His jaw clenched, as if remembering the effect of the slap I landed on his face weeks ago. My head throbs but I try to stand still and look around for someone who can be of help. My eyes wandered in the vast garden, looking for the familiar faces of m
I once believed it was resentment, but beneath the surface, I found an unexpected possession – my heart staking its claim on the woman I never thought I'd want. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Her words hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension settling between us. The weight of her hurt bore down on me, and I met her eyes, searching for a trace of forgiveness that seemed elusive."You hurt me," she whispered, her voice a fragile echo in the quiet room. "Your words cut deep."I remained silent, the gravity of her accusation etching lines of unease on my face. Her hurtful expressions mirrored the turmoil within me, and I felt a pang of regret at the realization that I had caused her pain.Her words spilled out, fueled by the alcohol that danced in her veins. "You're a jerk, you know that? Hitting where it hurts."I looked at her, my gaze betraying the conflict of emotions swirling within. The possessive side of me, accustomed to defiance and re