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
The way she kissed me is a memory I can't escape, a magnetic force pulling me back to the moments where our lips met and time stood still. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Her gray eyes, like a storm on the horizon, locked onto mine. In that moment, time seemed to hesitate, and the world around us blurred into insignificance. The air thickened with an unspoken tension as she closed the space between us, catching me off guard. My mind scrambled to process the sudden shift, but something in her gaze told me she needed this, and so did I.Her lips pressed against mine, and for a heartbeat, I hesitated. The unexpectedness of the kiss sent a shockwave through my senses. Yet, I didn't pull away. There was an enchanting intensity in the way she kissed me, as if each touch of her lips sought to erase the memory of another. Her arms circled my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss.The world outside our bubble ceased
Sometimes, the most misunderstood souls reveal their true beauty when you take the time to understand their complexities. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|I awoke to the gentle morning light, my head pulsating with the aftermath of the night before. Memories of a party with Lev and Anna, and a disconcerting encounter with someone named Niall, lingered in my mind. The unease from those moments settled heavily within me.Moving cautiously, I made my way to the bathroom, the ache in my head a constant reminder of a night I wished to forget. Splashing cold water on my face, I tried to wash away the remnants of the blurred hours.With a glass of water in hand, I ventured into the living room, hoping to piece together the fragments of the night.Just when I was going to sit down on my couch, a new yet familiar figure came in my sight. On my couch, which was definitely not a proper place for him, Kirill slept like a baby. Bathed in the morning light, h
To be noticed is to be valued, and for every glance that lingers on me, I am thankful for the acknowledgment of my worth. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The college hallway buzzed with the energy of a thousand stories, and as I made my way to the first lecture, I couldn't shake off the echo of footsteps around me.Lev's familiar face emerged in the lecture hall, and as he approached, a warm smile lit up his features."Morning, Zee," he greeted, his eyes catching mine. "Hey, Lev," I replied, attempting to mirror his cheerfulness. As we found seats together, his words cut through the air with a compliment that painted a blush on my cheeks. "You look beautiful today," he said, and his charming smile felt like a gentle breeze after a storm. I met his sand brown eyes with my own before I thanked him, "Thank you, Lev."Now that I think about it, it's been a while since he complimented me like this. He used to do it almost daily, what changed? Maybe the
Thankful for the sunshine you brought, annoyed by the clouds that quickly followed. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The entrance of the lecture hall felt like stepping onto a grand stage, where the spotlight immediately fixated on Kirill and me. His presence, effortlessly commanding attention, made every head turn. Whispers rippled through the room as we navigated the sea of curious glances. His aura of mystery and undeniable handsomeness—the object of many admirations—created a magnetic atmosphere.I chose my usual seat, a familiar corner where I could observe the unfolding drama of the lecture. To my bewilderment, he surprised me once again by settling into the chair right beside mine. I looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and confusion clouding my features, but he remained unperturbed, his gaze fixed on the blank board as though it held the secrets of the universe.He always used to sit in the last, then why the sudden change? When did he c
Her caring hands held the power to heal wounds and mend broken pieces, turning their story into a tale of resilience and love. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|"Hey, Zee, just checking in. Are you sure you can handle dinner on your own?" Nicolas' voice crackled through the phone.I rolled my eyes, playfully wielding a spatula. "Nic, I promise not to burn the kitchen down. Again."Tonight, I called my brothers, the reason being I missed them. I was reading a book and the siblings in the said book reminded me of my two over protective brothers. So, I ended up calling them while preparing dinner for myself. Lorenzo chimed in, his concern echoing through the phone. "You know, sorellina , it wouldn't hurt to come back home."I stirred the pot on the stove, a smile playing on my lips. "Enzo, I have a life out here, you know. Not everything revolves around home-cooked meals and family drama."Nicolas sighed. "Just come home. It's not the same without you
I am so pathetically intense, I just can not be any other way. -Sylvia Plath. |A L E E Z A|Morning unfolded in the quiet corners of my living room, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow on the scene. I stirred on the couch, the remnants of sleep clinging to my senses. I looked down at the same blanket, I covered Kirill with, on top of me. How did it come here? As I sat up, the clock on the wall announced the hour - 9 in the morning. The day had begun, and the world outside beckoned with possibilities.My gaze fell to the table, where a note lay under the weight of a forgotten paperweight. Kirill's unmistakable scrawl adorned the paper, a message that whispered promises of a morning tinged with unexpected warmth, "I whipped up breakfast for myself, but unintentionally made more than needed. Feel free to indulge if you fancy." His words, simple yet laced with a subtle invitation, curled a smile at the corners