His quiet voice was louder than any storm he survived.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
She carried little and discovered it was everything she needed.
The mirror broke, and he finally saw his real shape.
Each mark on the map was something he feared to reclaim.
The moon confessed it glowed only because it survived the dark.
She drank silence and found it sweeter than every truth.
The sea told him every ending is just a wave returning home.
In her sorrow she found a garden that grew only when she dared to look down.
He wrote his fears on the night sky, and they shone brighter than his hopes.
Each morning the window showed a sky he had not yet earned.
She stopped the clock and discovered time had never moved at all.
From ruin he understood that beginnings often wear the mask of endings.
