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
Survivors have scars, victims have graves. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I felt the tension between us escalate as my fingers, almost instinctively, pinched her waist. She gasped, and in that moment, I seized the opportunity to deepen the connection. Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, I explored the uncharted territory, a silent invitation to a dance of desire.Her response was immediate, matching the passion with an intensity that mirrored my own desperation. She pulled me closer, her hands tugging at the ends of my hair, urging me to bridge the gap between us. The kiss became a battleground of urgency, a clash of desires that resonated in the groan that escaped me.Caught in the whirlwind of our shared passion, I groaned between the kisses, the urgency in her touch fueling my own desperation. Each movement, each embrace, spoke of a hunger that transcended words.She pulled away from the kiss, her chest rising and falling with ragged breath
I am a little different now. Because of you. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|As I stepped out of my apartment, Lev was already waiting near his car. The morning air carried a crispness that hinted at the approaching winter, and I greeted Lev with a thankful smile. He had offered to pick me up for college since my car was in service, and the gesture was a relief on a day that started with the usual rush.The drive to college was filled with random chatter, the kind that makes mundane mornings a bit brighter. We discussed trivial things—weather, weekend plans, and the ongoing construction near the campus. It was comforting to have Lev's easygoing company, a brief respite before the day's chaos unfolded.As we navigated through the usual traffic, the conversation naturally shifted towards Kirill. At the mention of his name, my mind drifted back to the heated case we shared in the silent corner of the library, the thrill of being caught or heard by
I broke my rules for you. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|My eyes shot open in the dead of night, jarred awake by an eerie sound that cut through the silence like a blade. I lay still, my heart pounding, trying to make sense of the unsettling noise that seemed out of place in the quietude of my apartment. It felt like an intruder, an unwelcome guest in the stillness of the night.Now, you might not know it but I am like scared of everything. Even the slightest change in usual things makes me afraid. Right now, I feel like someone is here for me, not in a positive way, of course. With a chill running down my spine, I cautiously slipped out of bed, my feet barely making a sound on the cold floor. The dim light from the moon spilled into the hallway as I crept forward, my ears strained to catch the elusive sound. Each step felt like a tentative exploration into the unknown.I hesitated at the entrance to the living room, bathed in the faint glo
There are days when I adore you just a little more than a human being can adore. -Vladimir Nabokov.|A L E E Z A|Perched on the cool kitchen counter, I observed Kirill's graceful movements as he navigated my kitchen with ease. The aroma of spicy jambalaya wafted through the air, adding a layer of warmth to the room. Kirill had arrived at my apartment straight from the airport, claiming he is hungry. I offered to cook, but he dismissed my attempt with a simple statement: "It's not your responsibility to feed me." I agreed, it most definitely is not. Swinging my long legs back and forth, I watched him work, his every movement a symphony of efficiency. At one point, as he tended to the fragrant jambalaya, he leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze sent butterflies dancing in my stomach, and I couldn't help the blush that crept up to my cheeks.Breaking the silence that lingered between us, I decided to address the u