Sister Haleemah

TITLE :LOVING YOU COST ME MY VIOCE

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TITLE :LOVING YOU COST ME MY VIOCE This story is for the quiet hearts.For those who loved deeply but softly.For those who were chosen in private and denied in public.For those who stayed silent, hoping love would eventually speak for them.Loving You Cost Me My Voice is not a perfect love story.It is a real one — about hidden pain, unspoken truths, and the courage it takes to choose yourself when love asks you to disappear.Read gently.And listen closely.Sometimes, the loudest stories are told in silence. TITLE:Loving You Cost Me My Voice Story Description > Loving him was never the problem.Loving him quietly was.Aaliyah Kareem learns what it means to love someone who cares—but not loudly enough. In private, he’s everything. In public, she’s invisible.As silence becomes her language and pain her companion, Aaliyah must decide whether love is worth losing herself.Some stories aren’t about heartbreak.They’re about finding your voice after silence. #Drama #TeenLove #Emotional #UnspokenLove #Healing #SlowBurn> A story about love, silence, and self-worth📖 EPISODE ONELoving You Cost Me My VoiceEpisode One: Quiet BeginningsI learned early that some feelings are safer when kept silent.That morning, the sky was dull — the kind of gray that pressed against my chest like it understood what I wasn’t saying. I sat by the window in class, pretending to listen while my eyes kept drifting to my phone.No message.I told myself not to expect one.I always did.And I always paid for it.Then Zayn walked in.He didn’t look for me immediately. He laughed with his friends, free and careless, like the world had never asked him to choose. When his eyes finally met mine, his smile changed — softer, guarded. Like he remembered something he was trying to forget.He sat behind me and leaned forward slightly.“Good morning,” he whispered.Two quiet words.Private.Ours.My heart responded before my mind could stop it. I wanted to ask why he never called my name out loud, why loving him felt like something I had to hide. But instead, I nodded and faced forward.He knew.Zayn always knew.Later that day, I saw him walking with Amara.Too close.Too familiar.His laughter came easily — the kind I only heard when no one else was watching.People noticed.I felt it in the glances, the whispers that followed like shadows.I looked at him.He looked back.And in that moment, everything became clear.His smile faded. His eyes held something heavy — not confusion, not surprise —Guilt.He knew he was hurting me.As he passed by, he slowed just enough to whisper,“Please… don’t look at me like that.”Like what?Like I loved him?Like I was breaking?I watched him walk away, my voice trapped in my chest, my heart aching with a truth I didn’t want to admit.If he knew how much this was destroying me…Why was he still choosing to hurt me? If someone knows they’re hurting you but keeps going… is it still love — or just silence you mistake for it? Read out for episode 2 and don't forget to like, comment, and follow for more

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