You smiled and something inside me fluttered. That was the moment, when I knew, that I am doomed. -Author. |N I C O L A S|Under the soft glow of the moonlight, Zyra and I walked together by the side of the road quietly, dimly lit streets. It was one of those serene nights when the world seemed to hush itself, leaving only the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of life. I glanced at Zyra from the corner of my eyes as she licked her ice cream, walking with a bizzare emotion in her eyes. She is indeed upset today, about what? I have no idea though I want to. I have never gave two fucks about what is going on other people's head, until she came. But unlike most of the people, who are easy to read or who says out loud what's going on in their head. Zyra stays silent, throughout the whole dinner, she did not even ate anything. As much as I am worried for her, I do not want to push her for something she clearly is not comfortable en

My scars are a testament to my survival, a reminder that I am unbreakable. -Unknown.|Z Y R A|I remembered those days from my childhood all too well, as of they were scars etched into my very soul. The spiked belt, an instrument of pain, its bite searing into my young flesh, leaving behind not only physical wounds but also indelible memories of fear and helplessness. For most children, memories of their childhood might be a blur but for me, everything is crystal clear, like a curse always with me, in my mind, ruining my sanity. The sting of their slaps, a sharp reminder of their rage and my undesirable presence in their life, echoed in my senses even now. Each time their hand met my skin, on the little inconvenience, it felt like a betrayal, a breach of sacred trust between parent and child. The trust which was supposed to be earn, I gave them that simply, without asking for nothing bit affection in return, just like that. But only if, I

|Z Y R A|Something was wrong, even when everything seemed just normal and good.Sitting in the living room with all the friends, I could not help the feeling of uneasiness that settled inside me. The sounds of laughter reached my mind which came from none other than my friends but the tightness in my chest just increases with each passing second.Nicolas was sitting beside me, his one hand wrapped around my shoulder, flushing me against his body while his other hand made random drawings on my bare thigh with his fingertips. He was lost and as present as he could be.A few nights before after I opened up to him, things changed between us. I feel like we connected in the most vulnerable and emotional way. Before, it was attraction, sexual needs, possessiveness but now it was different. It was different for both of us because the bridge did not seemed to exist between us any longer but a fire did.The fire of lies I have built. The fire of lies whose flames would catch up to us, sooner

You are the missing piece I've been searching for, and now that I've found you, my heart is complete. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|Zyra had been acting weird since last night. I have noticed it, hell, I am noticing it. Since the phone call she received last night she has been looking lost more than ever. It is like something is going on in that mind of hers which she refuse to speak about. She is laid down right beside me, her back facing me and she is too stubborn to look me in the eyes when something is bothering her. I sigh, not knowing whether to force the words out of her or give her space. All of this is so fucking new to me yet, it somehow comes so naturally to me when it comes to her. "Zyra," I called, my voice soft and gentle, meaning no harm. I know she is not asleep. I know she is awake because her breathing rate is quick unlike when she would be sleeping. She does not say anything, trying to portray that she is sleep when I am

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown.|N I C O L A S|In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the warmth of her love. Her presence is my sanctuary, her laughter, a melody that drowns the sirens of this dark life.Life is changed, for good, because of her. She has become like an addiction to me. It's like she has actually become a reason for me to live and it is impossible to survive or breath in