I don't give up easily. I try till the end. I never give up on people i love but honey once you lost me, it means You have lost me.
Keep in mind that once it happened, you’ll never get me and my love back. And when the time will come, you'll remember the girl who was always there for you when when no one else was.
You’ll remember the girl who always reach for you and give you light when the sun can no longer array your dark world.. You'll remember who painted your faded life with her beautiful colors..
You’ll remember how many times I stayed at your side when no else was. You’ll remember how you used to call me ‘just a choice’ for people who could never love the way i did.
You’ll remember how many times you ignored me and hurted me for others.
You will remember how many times I offer you my shoulder to cry on, and you always pushed me back. You'll remember how many times i forgave you when you weren't even sorry. I did it all because i wanted us to actually happen.. I know I gave you the love and care that you never deserved but I'm thankful for the lessons you've taught me. 💕
I know my worth now and i know what i deserve.. 💕
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A Mysterious Prisoner
Episode III #axorantales
Written by @poetrylov1
As the footsteps slowly faded away, she opened her eyes and tried to get up, trembling all over. But the attempt failed. She did not manage to control her arms to support herself from the ground. She knew that she could not give up now, because the information she carried, already treasured, was not allowed to fall into the hands of the enemy. Suddenly they were back. The steps that made her flinch. She reflexively closed her eyes again, pretending she had never dared to move. The dungeon door opened and the curiosity coupled with fear forced them to open their eyes. She saw three mercenaries who could have been giants. Quickly, they came up to her, grabbed her by the arms, and she cried out in pain. Her scream echoed through the dungeon walls, making her vibrate so that one of the mercenaries flinched. Her human body was fragile. She allowed herself to be carried away, held tightly by both arms. A flood of thoughts came over her. Like a waterfall, the thoughts streamed down into a raging stream. She would die. She was a goddess, invulnerable, and now she would never be able to leave the darkness. It got wet on her cheeks. Tears were streaming and she was startled. Goddesses did not cry. -Leave her, a voice commanded. She looked up and saw a figure in a robe of silk. She stood in front of her, sparkling. Looking deep into her eyes, supported the fallen goddess and accompanied her inside.
A Mysterious Prisoner
Written by: @azrael_reborn & @poetrylov1
Drumming his fingers atop the polished desk in his private study, Gilus listened carefully as the farmer recounted his tale of how he came across the mysterious woman. “Aye me Holiness,” the weather beaten man exclaimed enthusiastically, his eyes wild as he told of his encounter. “The sky itself ripped open, an’ she just fell through she did. Muttering about strife in Belixian. I took 'er to me home and let 'er sleep I did. And even spoke to me wife and decided we needed to bring her to you 'Igh Priest.” Allowing the old man to finish, Gilus let his thoughts wander, wondering what this all could mean. Though the ancient manuscripts spoke of the Gods visiting Axoran often in times passed, it was not something that had happened in his lifetime. Not that he was aware of at the very least. And if this woman truly was of Belixian, why was she frail, unable to keep herself from her captors? He needed answers. Raising a hand to silence the babbling man, Gilus stood and exchanged a word of thanks. “Thank you for bringing this matter directly to me. I will see to it you are rewarded handsomely.” Ignoring the scraping bow of the old man, Gidrivar's High Priest took a bottle of strong drink from his desk, and poured himself a glass. As the man was escorted from the study, Gilus exhaled, and brought the glass to his lips in silence. Drinking deeply, the man sighed as the bittersweet nectar burned his throat and settled into his stomach. He would have his answers, even if he had to rip them from the woman's throat. #axorantales