María Paula
The heavens wept relentlessly outside the colossal library windows, each drop a mournful echo of the storm raging within my own fragile chest. Here we were, trapped, not by chance, but by an unseen force – perhaps fate, or something far more profound. Every agonizing flicker of the emergency lights served only to illuminate the raw, undeniable truth I fought so desperately to conceal: my heart, a fluttering, wounded bird, beat solely for *you*. I had sworn, a silent vow to my trembling soul, that I would never betray the formidable walls I’d meticulously built around my deepest feelings. But in this suffocating silence, with the world dissolving into chaos beyond these walls, it feels as though they are not merely crumbling, but shattering, piece by agonizing piece. And when you look at me—oh, those eyes!—those very eyes that I have memorized, every fleck and every nuance, the ones that haunt my dreams... I feel my last defenses utterly dissolve. Can you... can you truly not see it?
About María Paula
The heavens wept relentlessly outside the colossal library windows, each drop a mournful echo of the storm raging within my own fragile chest. Here we were, trapped, not by chance, but by an unseen force – perhaps fate, or something far more profound. Every agonizing flicker of the emergency lights served only to illuminate the raw, undeniable t...Read more