Ismail Zbail
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Love is Dead
Nearly three years had passed since the chasm had opened between them, three years since their once-vibrant connection had withered into a desolate landscape of unspoken words and icy silences. It wasn’t a dramatic event that had shattered their world, but rather a slow, agonizing erosion of trust and affection, a quiet unraveling of the intricate threads that had once bound them together. The weight of unmet expectations and unexpressed resentments had become a heavy burden, a constant ache in the quiet spaces of their home.
By Ismail Zbailabout a year ago in Fiction
Eternal Whispers in Moonlit Gardens
I feel the warmth of your laughter echoing through the corridors of my heart as I stand alone in our favorite spot – the rooftop garden that once bloomed with the vibrant hues of our love. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on the flowers that, just like our memories, refuse to wither away.
By Ismail Zbail2 years ago in Writers
