Voicemail | G. Abrams

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As I sit here, pondering the complexities of love and relationships, it's hard not to feel a lingering sense of apprehension. You see, my name is Amelie, and I have seen my fair share of heartbreak. It's a weight that seems to follow me, whispering that such pain is inevitable in matters of the heart.

Firstly, there's the undeniable past that haunts me. Like a storm that rages in the distance, the memories of my first love still linger. It was a whirlwind romance, enchanting and passionate, but it ended in tears and shattered dreams. I thought we were destined to be together forever, but life had other plans. That heartache left scars on my soul, ones that have healed but remain tender to the touch, a constant reminder of vulnerability.

Then there's the seemingly inevitable cycle of love stories around me. Friends who once danced on clouds of affection, later found themselves falling from grace into the abyss of heartbreak. I've witnessed these beautiful connections, blooming like flowers in spring, only to wither away when reality set in. It's as if love comes with an expiration date, an invisible timer counting down to an inevitable heartache.

Moreover, societal expectations add to this foreboding belief. Everywhere I turn, there's the pressure to find "the one" and settle down. But the fear of falling in love is always overshadowed by the fear of it falling apart. It's a paradox that tugs at my heartstrings, leaving me questioning whether love is truly worth the risk.

And yet, amidst these apprehensions, there's a glimmer of hope. For every tale of heartbreak, there are stories of love that defied all odds, blossoming into something extraordinary. Those brave souls who dared to love again, overcoming their past wounds to find happiness. But for every heartwarming story, my mind still clings to the possibility of history repeating itself, leaving me to wonder if I'm destined for heartbreak once more.

Perhaps it's my own fear of vulnerability, of laying my heart bare for someone to hold. The walls I've built around my heart are sturdy, but they also keep love at arm's length, preventing the chance for a deep connection to flourish. It's a paradox of wanting love while fearing the potential pain that comes with it.

In the end, the belief that heartbreak is inevitable is a double-edged sword. It guards me from diving headfirst into reckless romances, but it also keeps me from embracing the possibility of true, lasting love. So, here I stand, torn between protecting my heart and longing for a love that transcends all barriers.

Maybe one day, I'll summon the courage to break free from this belief and open myself to the beauty of love, no matter the risks. Until then, I'll keep on navigating this tumultuous journey, hoping that someday, my heart will find its way home, unafraid to love and be loved.

And maybe, just maybe, it will be for her.

For her.

Those three simple words held immense power over me, for they encapsulated the essence of my feelings. She was the one who breathed life into my desolate heart, a beacon of hope amidst my sea of doubts. I knew that for her, I would muster the courage to try to love again, to cast aside the shackles of my past heartbreak. There was an unyielding pull, an undeniable gravitational force drawing me towards her, willing me to take that leap of faith. For her, I would risk it all, even if it meant falling from grace.

With her by my side, the fear of stumbling became insignificant, for she held the power to lift me higher than I could ever imagine. Together, we would build a love that defied the odds, one that was worth every sacrifice, for she was my reason to believe in the beauty of love once more.

A/N: I love Gracie Abrams

Disclaimer! This story may contain suggestive themes. But I will include google translated French, character death, and will have some chapters take place purely on social media. Equally, this will most likely be a fairly short story.

Enjoy guys <3