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"The Earth Remembers You (But I Can't Forget)"

A love story written in the ink of loss. Noah Carter never believed in happy endings - not since his father's funeral, not since the world taught him that love always comes with an expiration date. Then he collided with Lena Park on the library steps, and for the first time, he dared to hope. With her dog-eared books and reckless laughter, Lena taught him how to live in the fragile spaces between heartbeats. But Lena was living on borrowed time. When the headaches start, when the fainting spells begin, when the doctors say those three irrevocable words - "inoperable," "untreatable," "terminal" - their love story becomes a countdown. Noah watches helplessly as the girl who once swam in midnight oceans forgets how to open pill bottles. As the woman who quoted Virginia Woolf by heart struggles to remember his name. As the love of his life fades to a ghost in a hospice bed, still beautiful, still his, still dying. In the aftermath, Noah drowns in the silence she left behind. Her sweater loses her scent. The ferns she loved wither from neglect. The world keeps turning, indifferent to his grief. Until he finds her final gift - twelve letters, one for each month without her, each a dagger and a lifeline: "If you're reading this, I've been dead for thirty days. Go to our diner. Order my pancakes. Tell them Lena says hi. Then come home and scream until you can't breathe. Repeat as needed." A harrowing portrait of love and loss, "The Earth Remembers You (But I Can't Forget)" is an elegy for the living - for those left behind in the wreckage of forever. This is not a story about moving on. This is a story about learning how to drown in someone's absence and still find the will to surface, gasp by painful gasp. A love story that will carve its name into your bones and leave you bleeding.
destyekr · 4K Views

USDT AND BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT REACH OUT TO FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY

Email: fundsreclaimercompany@ z o h o m a i l . c o m WhatsApp:+1 (361) 2 5 0- 4 1 1 0 Here's the scene: I'm cooking pancakes for my three kids, feeling like a breakfast hero, when my youngest kid launches syrup around the kitchen like a grenade. In my frantic attempt to move my laptop, which holds $480,000 worth of Bitcoin, to safety, I knock it straight into the sink. The noise of water and electronics mixing is louder than the laughter of my children. There's a slight smell of burned circuits in the air. Panic washes over me faster than syrup on the counter. My digital savings, my kids' future safety nets, are drowning beneath soap bubbles. Despair hit harder than a toddler tantrum. I imagined tuition bills piling up like dirty dishes. My heart was racing. All the savings plans that I had built were now dissolving in dishwater. I knew exactly how much Bitcoin was on that laptop. I also knew exactly how little I knew about getting it back. That evening, googling between sobs and half-eaten pancakes, I stumbled upon a parenting blog. In between advice for getting crayon off walls and surviving teething, a mom had casually mentioned FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY after her toddler had flushed her crypto wallet down the toilet. Her story was oddly comforting, because her Bitcoin was recovered. Maybe mine could be too. Having nothing to lose but hope, I called them. Their technicians behaved like old paramedics to a kitchen disaster. No questions, just action. They treated my drowned laptop with the finesse of a delicate organ transplant. I received daily progress reports written so clearly even sleep-deprived parents could understand. They interpreted the drowned hardware with the expertise of surgeons and the patience of preschool teachers. Ten days went by, and then came the email: Recovered. My wallet, risen from the dead. $480,000 back in my hands. I nearly dropped the spatula. "We can have pancakes forever!" I shouted. The kids cheered, thinking it was about syrup. They had no clue that I'd just funded their college, their future, and a lifetime supply of maple awesomeness. Now my laptop is kept away from the sink, and FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY is on my personal Mount Rushmore of heroes. They didn't just recover my Bitcoin; they recovered my peace of mind, and proved that even in syrup war anarchy, there are digital lifeguards out there waiting to save you.
Lilly_Freund · 1.3K Views

The Child of Starlight & The King of Shadows

Have you ever experienced a day so bad you just died? Tell me about it. There I was, this scrawny high schooler always on the receiving end of bullying, and then boom, I'm playing hero to this little kid about to be pancake city beneath some wheels. And here's the kicker—I take the hit instead. Talk about instant payback. But instead of coming to in the back of an ambulance or, you know remaining a goner, my eyes pop open to this huge shiny blue moon, some celestial messenger in gleaming gear, and a set of stairs made out of actual starlight. So, it wasn't just bad luck that left me flattened out like a human pancake—I was picked. Chosen by who, you ask? Well, a super spooky mouthless and noseless god of eldraen decided I was the lucky one to get a big fat destiny plopped on me as if it was some group project I never asked for. Turns out, I'm meant to be the "Child of Starlight," the sole individual who's got the chops to take down the Dark Lord Hadeon, who's come back from the dead. And this Hadeon guy? He's not your average Joe wizard; he's the most powerful sorcerer there's ever been. Okay so typically, this is where I'd freak out and bolt. But something's up. Turns out, magic's a real thing. And guess what? I've got it. Not parlor tricks, either. I'm wielding power I never dreamed of..." Okay so here's the sticky part. Hadeon isn't just strong – man, that guy's is also way too tough, and he's got this bunch of followers convinced that reviving him is top-notch. What about me? I used to be the kid nobody noticed in high school, plus I've got this chatty sky-being giving me advice, a realm that's giving me side-eye, and not a single tip on being the brave one. Still, I didn't stick around after kicking the bucket just to watch everything go down the drain. Hadeon's looking for a brawl? Alright, let's have it out. We'll see who's the boss.
Slyfox · 980 Views

Your Turn to Chase Me, Reborn For Revenge

April Jones was submissive and weak, she gave in to her stepmother and stepsisters every whim. Her father was busy with the business and had no time for her. They took everything from her even her life. She died a horrifying death, now reborn she plans to change her fate and take back all she had lost. Dean Davis is a notorious CEO he built his business from he was young withhis own blood and sweat. His vicious uncle sent some thugs to deal with him one night, that same night he met his angel April. Both died, both were reborn. April only wants revenge and gave up on love, when Dean meets his angel for a second time, he wants to love her but doesn't know-how. (This book is full of revenge, romance, comedy and drama. If you enjoy a weak to strong female lead along with a doting male lead this book is for you.) _______________________________________________ EXTRACT "Ummm... Thanks." She took a bite and started to eat. She looked at him and slowly said, "It's probably a bit late but, hi I'm your new neighbour April Jones." "Hi April, I'm Dean Davis." He reached out his and so did she, they shook as they greeted each other. "Nice to meet you, Dean." She smiled at him and then took a bite of her pancake. However, she missed the look in Deans eyes. He, at this moment, was full of happiness like a teenage boy in love. Hearing her finally say his name was the most soothing sound to his ears. It sounded so sweet, so soft, he was greedy for more. In a good mood, he continued eating all the food she cooked. What made his heart softened more was he actually wanted to hold her small hand again and never let go. Thinking of it, he swore inside, he'll never let her go. _______________________________________________ Instagram alexia_author Discord Channel https://discord.gg/VeHkknJ6A2 Mature content 18+ only Cover art is not mine, will take it down on request.
xAlexiax · 2.2M Views

Unity Empire.

'Is this really it? At least the A.I Chip helped once before I will die though its unfortunate, I wanted to know all its uses before I died.' 'Though it pisses me off it took so long to acclimate to my body...' [It is not my fault Host that your body and soul took a longer amount of time than expected to adapt to.] 'Ah hello A.I too bad I am going to die we could have gotten to know each other' These were my last thought as I flattened into a pancake on the ground. .... A unknown amount of time later. "Waah, Waa, Waaaaah" 'I can't even get peace when I die! Who's kid is that!?' 'Wait... These humans are massive! Hold on are they even humans? Their ears come to a point... I wonder if that means elves!' [Host that is you that is crying, It seems we have been reborn together. I should run diagnostics while we have a chat so you can understand what has happened.] .... [Host] I yawned and blinked. 'Wait I blinked?' 'System, Did I teleport all of the sudden!? And why are my hands small!?' [Host you have been reincarnated into a world called Sloloqu after dying to protect your nephew from the sniper trying to reap your life though I suppose in the end he succeeded in a odd way] [After reincarnation your soul was exhausted but not injured to the extent of needing intervention but from what the System has gathered you and your parents were attacked at your birth resulting in a soul injury, I your System overrode my first precept to comply with the third precept and put your soul into a recovery mode. Your soul has been healed for a few months but you didn't wake I ran out of ways to try wake your soul so I thought saying your name might work Host. Your soul has been healing for a total of 6 years in Sloloqu] This is how my life began in the new world
ImALostAuthor · 20.2K Views
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