Story By Zakieya
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At 18, I find myself caught between reality and imagination—a place where stories take shape and colors come to life. I\'m a writer and digital artist, not by profession, but by passion. Creating has always been my escape, my way of making sense of the world when words fall short or when silence says too much. Writing lets me explore the depth of emotions, building characters who sometimes feel more real than the people around me. Art, on the other hand, gives those emotions form—shades and lines that speak louder than dialogue ever could. I don’t chase deadlines or fame; I create because I love it. Whether I’m sketching on my tablet at 2 a.m. or writing scenes that never leave the pages of my journal, I do it for the joy, the therapy, and the thrill of making something that didn’t exist before. Creativity isn’t just a hobby—it’s a part of who I am.
My Quiet Heart Could Breathe: Before the silence
Updated at May 8, 2025, 12:53
He came to this town with nothing but a name and the echo of people he can’t bring back. Grief doesn’t knock—it settles in. And when it did, it left him quiet. Numb. Watching the world go on like nothing cracked beneath his skin.Then came Tyler. Loud, chaotic, bright. The kind of person who doesn’t ask permission to exist. The kind of person you’d follow without knowing why. He made things feel like maybe they could be okay.But this isn’t the kind of story you think it is. It isn’t about falling in love. It’s about hiding it. About swallowing every word that might give you away. It’s about watching someone save your life without knowing they're doing it. About pretending you're not breaking when you are.This is not a love story.It’s the story of silence. Of surviving. Of what it costs to bury who you are, even from the person you need most.It’s a confession written in the margins of pain.Read closely.Some truths are only heard when everything else goes quiet.
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