Unseen Messages

by Pepper Winters

But I wasn’t alone… I was with him. A stranger turned lover. An enemy turned friend. I was with him. And he became my entire universe.

No one can truly soothe your fears, your tears, your Rolodex of emotions. No one can truly make it right, fix the wrong, or make your dreams come true. Only you. Only you, only you, only you. You’re the anchor in rough seas, the roof in churning storms. You’re the survivor in adversity. You are trust. You are home. Only you, only you, only you.

Breathe. That’s all you have to do. Breathe. When life shines brightly. Breathe. When the world turns its back. Breathe. When nothing works out. Breathe. When luck favours kindly. Inhale with hope and exhale with distrust. Breathe. That’s all you’ve got. After all…that’s all you can ever do.

And regret and guilt only hurt the living with no power to bring back the dead.

She was sun and sin and safety all at once.

Adults didn’t know what they were doing—we were just good at faking it.

I loved the way he made me feel as if everything he ever needed dwelled right inside my soul.

Love is a complicated entity. Love is the worst affliction imaginable. I’m no longer myself. Love changed me. I’m no longer happy. Love ruined me. I’m no longer alive. Love killed me. I’m no longer breathing. Love consumed me.

Because one thing I was sure of, I was in love with her. Irreversibly, indescribably, completely, madly in bloody love with her.

What is fate? Is it a predestined script or a fluke in time or the apex of chance and circumstance?

fell from disaster and found salvation in his hold.

Being surprised doesn’t mean awe or wow or even shock. Being surprised doesn’t mean you’ll love it or hate it. Being surprised means the one person you love knows you better than you know yourself. And that is the ultimate sign of perfection.

Seven people had arrived. One soul had been born. One son had died. Four people left. And three returned.