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La Inmobiliaria de TikTok N.1
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silfredo180
Moquete 🇩🇴🇪🇸 :
me interesa 👀 una pero la kiero en cordoba
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🤩 medidas ? 👌
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Part 1 | Pov: You loved Ni-ki the way wildfires love forests. Recklessly, hungrily, with a kind of devotion that devoured everything in its path. And he loved you back, just as fiercely. The two of you were young when it started, only twenty, and both too desperate to feel something real to notice the warning signs.  He was all fire. Untamed and angry, his presence loud even in silence. And you? You were the quiet after a storm. Gentle, forgiving, and always a little too patient for your own good. You weren’t built to last. But neither of you knew that at the beginning. At the beginning, it was beautiful. He made you laugh in ways no one else could. You grounded him in moments when he felt like falling apart. You didn’t always understand each other, but you fit in all the places that mattered. For a time, that was enough.  But love, is more than warmth and passion. It’s patience. It’s the way someone speaks to you when they’re angry. It’s whether they choose to stay when the fire gets too hot. Ni-ki never really learned how to love without hurting. You fought often. He had a temper, short-fused and when things didn’t go his way, his voice would rise like a wave you couldn’t stop. You’d shrink into yourself, trying to hold the pieces together while tears blurred your vision. You never yelled back. Not once. Not even the night he stood shaking in your living room, screaming, “Say something!” and you could only whisper, “I’m tired of fighting. I just want us to be okay.” And God, how he hated your calmness. How it disarmed him. He hated how, no matter how cruel he became in the heat of a moment, you still loved him. And you hated yourself for letting him. Then came the silence. Not between the two of you…but inside of you. Something changed in your body, subtle at first. You were always tired, bruising easily, losing weight without meaning to. You blamed stress, late nights, skipped meals. But the truth came faster than you expected. Cancer. Late stage. The kind of diagnosis that doesn’t come with hope, just timelines. You didn’t tell him. How could you? Ni-ki. Who slammed doors when he was overwhelmed, who struggled just to say sorry, how would he survive something like this? So you kept it to yourself. Hid the medications. Brushed off his concern with excuses about work. You smiled through the pain and collapsed behind the closed doors. Because love, in its quietest form, sometimes looks like protecting someone from the truth, even when that truth is your death. But secrets don’t stay hidden forever. He found the hospital bracelet first, tucked beneath your sweaters. Then came the bills, the prescription bottles with your name on them. That night, he burst into your apartment like a storm, trembling and furious, terrified.  “You’re sick,” he said. No anger in his tone, just devastation. You met his eyes, already too tired to pretend. “I didn’t want to worry you.” His face crumpled, somewhere between grief and disbelief. “Didn’t want to worry me? Love, you’re dying and you lied to me?” “I didn’t lie,” you said softly. “I just… didn’t tell you.” He paced, his voice cracking. “You let me keep fighting with you. You let me scream at you, while you were dying.” You looked at him then, tears brimming in your eyes. “Would it have stopped you if I told you?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. ———- Continue Part 2 👆 #ni_ki #nishimurariki #ni_kienhypen #enhypenpov #pov #fyp #fypシ゚viral #fypage #foryou
Part 1 | Pov: You loved Ni-ki the way wildfires love forests. Recklessly, hungrily, with a kind of devotion that devoured everything in its path. And he loved you back, just as fiercely. The two of you were young when it started, only twenty, and both too desperate to feel something real to notice the warning signs. He was all fire. Untamed and angry, his presence loud even in silence. And you? You were the quiet after a storm. Gentle, forgiving, and always a little too patient for your own good. You weren’t built to last. But neither of you knew that at the beginning. At the beginning, it was beautiful. He made you laugh in ways no one else could. You grounded him in moments when he felt like falling apart. You didn’t always understand each other, but you fit in all the places that mattered. For a time, that was enough. But love, is more than warmth and passion. It’s patience. It’s the way someone speaks to you when they’re angry. It’s whether they choose to stay when the fire gets too hot. Ni-ki never really learned how to love without hurting. You fought often. He had a temper, short-fused and when things didn’t go his way, his voice would rise like a wave you couldn’t stop. You’d shrink into yourself, trying to hold the pieces together while tears blurred your vision. You never yelled back. Not once. Not even the night he stood shaking in your living room, screaming, “Say something!” and you could only whisper, “I’m tired of fighting. I just want us to be okay.” And God, how he hated your calmness. How it disarmed him. He hated how, no matter how cruel he became in the heat of a moment, you still loved him. And you hated yourself for letting him. Then came the silence. Not between the two of you…but inside of you. Something changed in your body, subtle at first. You were always tired, bruising easily, losing weight without meaning to. You blamed stress, late nights, skipped meals. But the truth came faster than you expected. Cancer. Late stage. The kind of diagnosis that doesn’t come with hope, just timelines. You didn’t tell him. How could you? Ni-ki. Who slammed doors when he was overwhelmed, who struggled just to say sorry, how would he survive something like this? So you kept it to yourself. Hid the medications. Brushed off his concern with excuses about work. You smiled through the pain and collapsed behind the closed doors. Because love, in its quietest form, sometimes looks like protecting someone from the truth, even when that truth is your death. But secrets don’t stay hidden forever. He found the hospital bracelet first, tucked beneath your sweaters. Then came the bills, the prescription bottles with your name on them. That night, he burst into your apartment like a storm, trembling and furious, terrified. “You’re sick,” he said. No anger in his tone, just devastation. You met his eyes, already too tired to pretend. “I didn’t want to worry you.” His face crumpled, somewhere between grief and disbelief. “Didn’t want to worry me? Love, you’re dying and you lied to me?” “I didn’t lie,” you said softly. “I just… didn’t tell you.” He paced, his voice cracking. “You let me keep fighting with you. You let me scream at you, while you were dying.” You looked at him then, tears brimming in your eyes. “Would it have stopped you if I told you?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. ———- Continue Part 2 👆 #ni_ki #nishimurariki #ni_kienhypen #enhypenpov #pov #fyp #fypシ゚viral #fypage #foryou

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