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Love in Borrowed Time

MaYa

MaYa

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Love in Borrowed Time - 1
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How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
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We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
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The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
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I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
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Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
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But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
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Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
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To be continued...
 
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MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
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How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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Great representation. But the reason for the hatred and breakup is not clear.
 
MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
View attachment 312573​

How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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A touching story of love that couldn’t last. It beautifully captures the happiness of being together, the pain of letting go, and the bittersweet memories that remain.
 
MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
View attachment 312573​

How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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I can feel the pain in the story
 
MaYa said:
Love in Borrowed Time
View attachment 312573​

How hard is it to love someone even after knowing it will only last for a limited time? I know he is with me now. I love him without limits, but I know it is only for a few days. How can we love someone like that? It feels like two sides of a coin, love and pain. When we love, we also know that soon, we must part.
We met at a shopping mall. For me, it was just a friendly encounter, but fate had other plans. That simple meeting turned into a date, and soon after, we found ourselves falling for each other, showering affection like a never-ending downpour. Our love was intense, consuming, like a wildfire that could not be tamed.
The next time we met, it was at the beach. The waves bore witness to our confessions. We spoke of our truths, revealing our pasts, our fears, and our vulnerabilities. But instead of breaking us, it drew us closer. The love between us grew, becoming something beyond our control. Late Night calls became a ritual, yet they always felt insufficient. You would come to see me whenever I longed for you, and I would sneak out of my hostel just to meet you for a few stolen moments.
I still remember the night I saw you waiting at the bus stop. The silence of the night made our whispers feel louder. We were scared, yet thrilled, as if the world ceased to exist beyond our little bubble. You stood there with your confident charm, and I, mesmerized, wished time would freeze. The next time, it was my turn to come to you. We sat near the bridge by your house, speaking for hours under the moonlit sky. Our eyes spoke more than our words, and intimate gestures etched memories deep in our hearts.
Love was intoxicating, and for a while, we forgot everything else. But reality is cruel, and I woke up from that beautiful dream. It was time for me to remind us both that what we had was never meant to last. You hesitated, refusing to accept the truth. Your heart shattered, and so did mine, but I could not bear to give you false hope. Love had transformed into something painful, and I saw the bitterness take over your eyes. What once was love turned into hatred. You threatened, I grew irritated. Your toxic words left scars on my soul, and your anger drowned me in misery. The love that once filled us with joy now tore us apart. Two months of agony passed before you finally let me go. With a heavy heart, I moved on, and so did you. We intentionally avoided each other, ensuring our paths would never cross again.
But fate had its own plans.

One day, an unexpected call from you left me in shock. You had landed your dream job, something I had always wished for you. Despite everything, you thought of me in that moment. Your voice carried hesitation, yet there was a longing in it.

"Can we meet one last time?" you asked.

The question lingered in my mind. I hesitated, unwilling to reopen old wounds. But your request melted the walls I had built. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

We met at the same place where it all began. The air was thick with emotions, nostalgia wrapping around us like an old melody. We talked and shared a meal together. Then, just as I thought it was time to part, you asked me another question.

"Can you be a good friend to me until I leave?"
Fear gripped me. I had spent so much time burying our past, and I was afraid to let it resurface. But my foolish heart, the same heart that once loved you beyond reason, refused to say no.

And so, once again, I chose to walk the fine line between love and pain, knowing that this, too, was only temporary.
To be continued...
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Love in Borrowed Time - 2
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I decided to stay with him for another few days. Just few more days. Little did I know, it would be the period that changed everything.

At first, it felt lifeless. The house was filled with four other people, each with a distinct energy that didn’t quite align with mine. One of them kept his distance, quiet and mature, always wrapped in his own world. Another seemed hesitant toward me, maybe because he didn’t understand my nature yet. He was the youngest of the lot, playful like a child. Then there was a tattoo artist, obsessively neat and a perfectionist in his own space. And of course, there was him. My beloved ex.
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The five of us lived under one roof, navigating the awkwardness of unfamiliar company and the weight of old emotions. For me, the days passed in a blur of silence and boredom. I had nothing much to do except cooking, and even that felt empty. He barely spent time with me, occupied with caring for his friends and their emotions more than mine.

But in that quiet emptiness, I found comfort. A pair of innocent eyes, tiny paws, and a heart that beat with unconditional love. A sweet little pup, who decided I was his person. He curled up beside me each night, his warmth and presence reminding me that I was not alone. I called him my giant little heart. He became my silent companion, and his presence meant more than words.

As the days went by, the youngest in the group, who was also his best friend, began speaking to me. Our conversations started small in the kitchen. He, I, and my ex were the ones who spent most of our time indoors. Cooking meals together and eating as a group slowly softened the edges between us. Laughter began to echo through the walls. The bond between us grew stronger in the simplest of moments.

Then came his birthday. A big celebration was planned, with guests and music and all the excitement he loved. But I, a quiet soul, wasn’t eager to be part of it. I preferred the background. Yet what happened the night before the party changed everything.

That night, it was just the two of us at home. Silence wrapped around us like a familiar blanket. He poured us glasses of brandy, his favorite drink, and we sat close. Sip by sip, our walls crumbled. We lost ourselves in the warmth of the alcohol and the memories that still lingered between us. When we made our way to the bed, I ended up lying on top of him. His arms held me tightly, as if afraid I’d disappear.

He looked at me and whispered how much he missed the way I used to kiss his neck, how it was always his weakness. I laughed and told him his skin was too sensitive, that it would leave marks. He had a party the next day. But he looked deep into my eyes and said softly, I don’t care. Just do it.

And I did.

I kissed every inch of his neck slowly and deeply. I felt his pleasure in the way he breathed, the way he held me closer. I kissed his cheeks, his lips, his eyes. And in a playful moment, I bit his forehead gently. He laughed and so did I. That night, we did everything two hearts could do, except the one act people usually expect. It was intimate in a way that needed no labels. No explanations. Just two souls colliding in the dark.
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Hours passed and he poured me another drink. My body was already struggling, and I told him I couldn’t. But he looked at me with that familiar boyish charm and said, It’s the birthday boy’s wish. I gave in again.

But my body couldn’t take it. I ended up vomiting. He looked at me with guilt, the joy in his eyes now replaced with worry. Without saying much, he asked me to come with him for a walk. It was five in the morning, the sky still dark. I was weak, but I followed him. We walked quietly through the park behind the house. The cold morning air touched our faces, the silence between us peaceful and strange.

While we walked, his phone rang. His friends were calling to wish him. And that’s when we noticed. His forehead and neck were covered in love bites. Deep reddish marks that told stories only we knew. I felt panic. But he smiled, calm as ever. When I asked him what he would tell everyone, he simply said, I’ll say it’s an allergic reaction.
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At the party, everyone noticed. Every single guest asked him about the marks. And he stuck to his calm lie, repeating it with a grin. I watched him from across the room, wondering how a night of tenderness could still live in our eyes, even among so many people. I didn’t know many of his friends, so at some point I slipped away and slept.

The next morning, I woke up to chaos. Bottles scattered, food half-eaten, wrappers crumpled in corners. Laughter from the night still clung to the walls. Everyone else was still asleep, lost in hangovers and dreams. I quietly got out of bed, freshened up, and began cleaning the house bit by bit. I didn’t mind. Something about the silence, the stillness after the storm, made me feel peaceful.

Those Few Days. That one night. It didn’t just change the air around us. It changed something within me Too...

_to be continued...
 
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