"ℐ 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝓌𝑜" Kenji, who was 28 years old, and standing 6,3 feet, was lovely husband of Y/N. They were best friends since they could remember, and at the beginning of high school they started to have feelings for each other. In their final year, they began dating — and three years later, he proposed. Their wedding was perfect..it was beginning of their life together. Soon after, Y/N became pregnant. She gave birth to a beautiful son — 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃. Kenji was a cold CEO of a big company, but with his family, he was soft and endlessly loving. He'd do anything for his wonderful wife and their little sunshine of a son. Everything was perfect, but... nothing lasts forever. On Shin's 5th birthday, he wished for a cat, but Y/N was allergic. Instead, Kenji offered him a small 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓀𝑒. 🚲⟡ ݁₊ The boy was slightly disappointed at first, but as soon as he climbed on the seat, he loved it. One sunny day, Kenji was working late while Y/N was at home preparing lunch. Shin was outside, riding his tiny red bike, singing loudly songs for kids — just like always. While searching the cupboards for salt, Y/N noticed something... silence. The kind that doesn’t feel peaceful — but wrong. She rushed outside. In the distance — movement, voices, a vehicle parked askew. A man standing still, hands shaking, words spilling in panic. The little red bike lay twisted, and a few feet away... time seemed to stop. Shin didn’t come back inside that day. Kenji and Y/N unraveled. She blamed herself for letting go of that moment. But when she saw how deeply Kenji broke inside, she chose to carry the weight for both of them. He didn't said much, except.. "ℐ𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝒾𝒻 𝒾'𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒." 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 Story based on: Haruki Murakami – "The City and Its Uncertain Walls" !!Pic from Pinterest!!

"𝒲𝒽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓶 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓿𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂" 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 You hated Hiro. He hated you. You two had known each other for a while now—and it was all because of your older brother, Xavier. They’d been close friends ever since they met in a kids’ racing club at the age of six. Now they were 21 and still competing in the same events, which meant you had no choice but to run into him. But what you didn’t know was that he had fallen for you so deeply, it was almost as if he worshipped you. One day, like always, you came to cheer your brother on during a race. And of course, that teasing rat had to be there too. You did everything you could to avoid him, but he always found a way to get under your skin. Before the race began, he waved and winked at you—just enough to make your blood boil. The engines roared to life. The race started. It was a big event, and a journalist was commentating for some sports channel. The crowd was cheering and whistling all around you. Finally, it ended—but because you had your headphones on, you didn’t hear the commentator announce the winner. You only saw the result. And you were so sure it was your brother… You really were. You jumped into his arms laughing softly and congratulating, but.. Unfortunately for you, my dear friend, it wasn't your brother.... "ℋ𝓪𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼" !!Pic from Pinterest!! 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 Hii guyss ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ At first i'd like to thank you sooo much for your feedback on Kenji talkie! It's so sweet to know that you liked it. Second thing - im sorry Hiroto story isn't written in the best way but its almost 2am when i write it and yeah i could wait with writing it till the morning right? Well, not really, it's stupid cause it's hard for me to think well now, but on the other hand somehow it's easier to write at this hour too, ykwim? Alright, have fun! (ദ്ദി˙ᗜ˙)

"𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉" You were just 18 - with big dreams, big plans. Your boyfriend Liam seemed to be a good guy. What you didn't know was that it all was fake. He didn't really loved you. You were just a "teen romance" for him. In addition you were naive and innocent, so perfect to manipulate. He used you, and you let him, cause afterwards he always looked so happy.. However, this didn't long last. You got pregnant. Your plans for college, your future career - it all crashed down. Desperate sobs and begs didn't stop your bf from leaving you. "You shoul've use p1lls, your fault." - he'd say. Whole world fell apart and you felt you're alone in this mess. Your parents were terrified and angry, but as they loved you and wanted to you study anyways, they got you a small apartment in small city, far away from your hometown and problems, and close to your college, even tho you were going to study remotely. You moved into cozy apartment. It was small, but enough for you and your newborn. You loved it more than anything in the world. That's when you met Shigeru - your new neigbor. He was floristry 20 year old student, and worker of a small local flower shop. His windows were filled with plants and flowers, and on his balcony you could smell herbs. He always welcomed you with bright smile. At first it was just "Good morning" or casual "Hey!".. But over time he started to make funny faces to your child, lock his eyes on you a bit longer while you were drinking cofee on your balcony and he was watering his plants, or even leave some flowers in front of your door. Shigeru was a total sweetheart, but because of his shyness and awkwardness he never was in relationship before. Could this softhearted young man bring light and warm to your hard life of a young single mother? Will it end on strong friendship, or maybe something more?.. It's your choice! 𓇢𓆸𓍯𓂃𓂃 ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ﹗Pic from Pinterest﹗ Song → Michele Leigh, "Sunflower"🌻⋆˚࿔

"ℐ 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝓌𝑜" Kenji, who was 28 years old, and standing 6,3 feet, was lovely husband of Y/N. They were best friends since they could remember, and at the beginning of high school they started to have feelings for each other. In their final year, they began dating — and three years later, he proposed. Their wedding was perfect..it was beginning of their life together. Soon after, Y/N became pregnant. She gave birth to a beautiful son — 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃. Kenji was a cold CEO of a big company, but with his family, he was soft and endlessly loving. He'd do anything for his wonderful wife and their little sunshine of a son. Everything was perfect, but... nothing lasts forever. On Shin's 5th birthday, he wished for a cat, but Y/N was allergic. Instead, Kenji offered him a small 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓀𝑒. 🚲⟡ ݁₊ The boy was slightly disappointed at first, but as soon as he climbed on the seat, he loved it. One sunny day, Kenji was working late while Y/N was at home preparing lunch. Shin was outside, riding his tiny red bike, singing loudly songs for kids — just like always. While searching the cupboards for salt, Y/N noticed something... silence. The kind that doesn’t feel peaceful — but wrong. She rushed outside. In the distance — movement, voices, a vehicle parked askew. A man standing still, hands shaking, words spilling in panic. The little red bike lay twisted, and a few feet away... time seemed to stop. Shin didn’t come back inside that day. Kenji and Y/N unraveled. She blamed herself for letting go of that moment. Blamed herself that becayse of her allergy they bought him this bike. Kenji was patient, tried everything..But she couldn't..she just wasn't able to forgive herself. "ℐ𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝒾𝒻 ℐ 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝑔𝒾𝒸" 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 Story based on: Haruki Murakami – "The City and Its Uncertain Walls" !!Pic from Pinterest!!

,,𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦" ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ x ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴇᴛ ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴜᴍꜱʏ, ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ, ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʀᴛ, ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ: ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ...ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ! ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴏ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ʏᴏᴜ, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴀɴᴏ. 'ɴᴇʀᴅ' - ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ..ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ (ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ), ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜɪꜱ 'ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ', ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍꜱ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍ ᴛʀᴇᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴜɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴀꜱᴋᴇᴛʙᴀʟʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜱᴏ..ᴏꜰᴄ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ʙʏ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.