Diary of Carina1
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Nov 04, 2025 11:57 pm
Carina1 writes a new entry in the diary
Foreigner
The rain drummed softly against the windowpanes as Anna held the warm cup between her hands. The café was almost empty, filled with subdued light and the scent of freshly ground beans. She had hoped to meet him here, but the clock showed ten minutes past eight. Perhaps he wouldn't come after all.
Just as she was about to give up hope, the door opened, and a cool breeze swept through the room. Lukas stepped in, his eyes immediately scanning for her. When their gazes met, a smile spread across his face. He pushed back his hood, and water droplets glistened in his hair.
"You're here," he said softly, almost relieved.
"I couldn't have left," she replied, her heart beating faster.
He sat down across from her, their knees lightly touching under the table. A warm current flowed through her. No words were needed — the energy between them spoke louder than any explanation.
Lukas reached out, gently stroking her f****rs. His touch was cautious, testing, yet full of desire. Anna held her breath. Outside, the rain rushed by; inside, the world condensed into this one moment.
"I've missed you," he whispered.
She returned his smile, feeling the warmth of his presence, which slowly wrapped around her like a soft blanket. Their voices fell silent, as if time itself had decided to sit down and watch. His gaze drifted over her face, lingering a heartbeat too long on her lips.
And then, very slowly, he leaned in. Anna's pulse raced. Their foreheads touched, and their breaths mingled. The world smelled of rain, coffee, and longing.
"Let's not wait anymore," she breathed.
In this moment, it felt as though they belonged only to each other — two people who had finally found the courage to follow what had long been burning between them.
Nov 03, 2025 08:02 pm
Carina1 writes a new entry in the diary
The stranger
The rain dripped softly against the windows as you entered the old café. It was almost empty, with only a handful of candles flickering on the tables. The scent of coffee and wet earth hung in the air. You shook off your coat, sat down by the window, and watched as the light outside danced in the puddles.
Then you felt it – that gaze.
Not loud, not demanding, but unmistakable.
In the corner, half in shadow, sat a woman. Her hair fell like liquid ebony over her shoulders, her lips a hint of red. She raised her glass, and although she didn't say a word, there was that unspoken 'come here'.
You hesitated – for a moment. Then you followed the invitation.
Her eyes tracked every move you made as you approached. The room seemed to grow quieter, the ticking of the clock slower.
'Late tonight, isn't it?' she said, her voice deep, almost a whisper.
You nodded. 'Sometimes the night is the only place you can breathe.'
A faint smile crossed her face.
She moved to the side, making room beside her – just a small space, enough that your shoulders almost touched.
The scent of her perfume – a hint of vanilla and something darker, unknown – settled over you like an invisible blanket.
The conversation flowed. Words grew softer, glances longer.
And as the rain outside grew stronger, the boundaries between being strangers and being close blurred. Her hand brushed against yours – accidental, maybe not. An electric shiver ran through you, gentle but unmistakable.
Then she lifted her head, looked at you.
'If you leave now,' she whispered, 'you'll wonder tomorrow if it was all just a dream.'
A drop ran down the windowpane, slipping into the darkness.
You knew you'd stay.
