Aisha's POV
Julien nodded, but it seemed he was still reluctant to leave. “You know, Aisha, I appreciate our collaboration. It’s not just about work, I feel we’re also building a good relationship.”His words caught me off guard. “I feel that way too, Julien. Maybe we can schedule some time to discuss the proposal further and... other things,” I said, trying to express my desire to get closer.“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Let’s do it. I want to hear more about your ideas,” he replied, a sparkle in his eyes that made me feel more excited.As he stepped back, I felt a pleasant uncertainty. “See you later, Aisha. Have a nice day,” he said before turning away.“See you, Julien. Hope you have a nice day too,” I replied, though in my heart, I wished this moment wouldn’t end.Julien walked towards the door, then glanced back for a moment before leaving. “Oh, don’t forget to take breaks too. You stay up too late.”I helAisha's POV After replying to Sean's message, I placed my phone on the table roughly. I felt like I didn't want to see or hear anything from him today. Enough. I needed space to think and to work.I turned my attention to the stack of documents in front of me, trying to ignore the frustration that lingered in my mind. Every message from Sean felt like a reminder of the uncertainty that troubled me. I needed to focus, and right now, work was the best way to neutralize all the noise out there.Carefully, I began to outline a plan for the long-awaited outreach program. Every idea I wrote down on paper seemed to give me new strength. Maybe it was time to move forward and leave behind everything unnecessary.As I immersed myself in my work, the sound of the keyboard clicks became the only thing filling the silence. I felt calmer, even though the shadows of unresolved feelings still lingered. However, I was determined not to let them disrup
Aisha's POV “Great! Remember, communication is important. If anything is bothering you, don’t hesitate to share,” I said, encouraging him to feel comfortable opening up.After the examination was complete, I left his room feeling satisfied. Caring for heart patients was not an easy task, but every small step toward recovery was a victory. And I was grateful to be part of their journey.As I exited the last room, I stood for a moment in the hallway, looking out the large window at the end of the corridor. Sunlight began to stream through the glass, warming my face. It felt refreshing, as if giving me new energy to get through the long day ahead.I took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs. The day had just begun, and there was still much to accomplish. With every breath, I was determined to focus my mind on the tasks ahead.One thing I was sure of, I would not let my toxic past interfere with my steps today. Every bitter mem
Aisha's POV We walked to the café with steps slightly slower than usual. Dita didn’t say much, and I knew she was holding back. Occasionally, she glanced at the box in my hand but didn’t ask anything. I appreciated that.The atmosphere around us was quite lively, but my heart felt empty. There was something heavy in the air, and I could sense the tension between us. Dita was my good friend, and we had been through a lot together. But today felt different.I stared at the small box in my hand, reminded of what was inside. It was something important, something that could change everything. However, I also knew that sometimes, words weren’t enough to explain complex feelings.As soon as we arrived at the café, we ordered right away. I chose a cappuccino as usual, while Dita opted for iced coffee. We picked a table near the window, which was quiet and slightly hidden from the crowd.The atmosphere inside the café was cozy, with the aroma of coffe
Aisha's POV For now, I just wanted to be Aisha, focused on my work, with the dream clinic I was building. My self-confidence was starting to grow, and I felt more prepared to face the challenges ahead.Additionally, there was a warm feeling beginning to grow in my heart, connected to someone who was slowly making me feel safe again. Perhaps all of this was part of the process of moving forward, letting go of the burdens of the past, and embracing new possibilities.As Dita and I walked back toward the elevator to the inpatient floor, the atmosphere in the corridor still felt ordinary. We both carried the remnants of our light conversation from the café, but many things lingered in our minds. I glanced at my watch, thinking about quickly organizing a follow-up schedule for my patients, when suddenly...DING!The emergency alert from my hospital phone rang loudly. I immediately stopped in my tracks and answered the call from the internal number
Aisha's POV The supermarket that night was not too crowded, just filled with the occasional squeak of shopping carts and soft instrumental music from the ceiling speakers. I pushed my cart slowly, letting my eyes wander through the rows of fresh, colorful fruits. Apples, pears, oranges… everything looked tempting after a long, tiring day.I stopped in front of the vegetable aisle, staring at the fresh broccoli and bright carrots. The earthy aroma of freshly harvested vegetables reminded me of the little garden in my grandmother's backyard. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching.“Do you need help?” someone asked, lifting a package of tomatoes.I shook my head, feeling a bit awkward. “No, thank you. I’m just browsing.”He nodded and continued on his way. I resumed my search, but my mind kept drifting back to his smile.My fridge was completely empty, with only two eggs and a carton of almond milk that had expired two days ago. I hadn’t had time to shop all week, and when I opened the
Aisha's POV “Usually fiction, but lately I’ve been trying to read self-development books,” I said. “Maybe it could help balance my life.”Julien nodded in agreement. “That’s important. We need time for ourselves amidst the busyness.”I looked at him. There was something in his tone that felt familiar—exhaustion, hidden loneliness, or maybe just the feeling that we were both struggling to maintain balance in our busy lives.“Sometimes, I feel like I’m living in two worlds,” I said, trying to share. “Between work and personal life, and often feeling stuck.”Julien nodded, his eyes showing understanding. “I feel that too. Working at the hospital can be very demanding, and it’s sometimes hard to find time for yourself.”“I think that’s why we need moments like this—stepping out of the routine, talking to others,” I added.He smiled, but there was a sadness hidden behind it. “True. These little moments can make a big difference.”
Aisha's POVAs we exited the restaurant, the night breeze gently touched my face. I straightened my jacket collar, gazing at the somewhat empty streets. The streetlights twinkled, creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere. The sound of our footsteps echoed between the quiet buildings, adding to the intimacy of the night.Julien walked beside me, smiling occasionally, and I could feel the warmth of his presence. We talked about everything, from the food we had just enjoyed to plans for the weekend. Every word that came from his mouth flowed so naturally, making me feel comfortable.“What did you think about the food there?” Julien asked, looking at me with enthusiasm.“It was amazing! I didn’t expect their pizza to be that good,” I replied, recalling the taste of melted cheese in my mouth.We continued walking, and as we passed a small park, I paused for a moment. There was something delightful about the night—stars twinkling in the sky as i
Aisha's POV Upon seeing my arm being grabbed, Julien rushed over in two long strides and immediately seized Sean's hand. With precision, he twisted Sean's arm behind his back, applying enough pressure that Sean was forced to release his grip.“What are you doing?” Julien said sharply, his face turning serious. There was no warm smile that I usually saw, just a cold glare filled with anger.Sean struggled to break free, his face tense. “Let go! Who are you, huh?!”Julien ignored him, maintaining his firm grip. “I said let go!” Sean shouted, his voice full of tension.Still in shock, I quickly held Julien's hand. “Julien, enough. Please... let him go.”Julien turned to me, still holding onto his anger. But seeing my pleading expression, he finally released Sean slowly. Sean immediately stepped back a few paces, holding his shoulder and breathing heavily.The two men stared at each other, and I felt the tension in t
Aisha's POV I took a deep breath, already preparing myself for the question. “He’s… my ex-husband.” My voice sounded calmer than I expected.Julien looked a little surprised, but he remained silent, waiting for me to continue.“We got married a few years ago,” I continued, looking into my cup as if seeking strength from within it. “But our marriage didn’t last long. Sean… he had someone else. I just found out that he didn’t really love me, and he chose to go with that woman because he thought she was the one he had been looking for all this time.”I smiled a little, bitterly. “It hurts, of course. I love him. I trusted him. But all that is not enough to hold on to someone whose heart has left.”Julien listened intently, not interrupting. I could see the empathy in his eyes, and it made me feel a little lighter. “It must be very painful, Aisha. Loss like that is not easy to deal with.”“Yes,” I continued, “and the process is quite lon
Aisha's POV A few minutes later, I returned with two cups of warm tea. I handed one to him, then sat down on the other end of the couch, keeping a good distance, but not too unfamiliar. “Thank you,” he said, taking the cup. “You really came at the right time,” I finally said, staring at the clear liquid in my cup. “I was… a little panicked.” Julien nodded, his face showing understanding. “I can imagine. It must not have been easy for you.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm the lingering anxiety. “I don’t want to rehash the past, but sometimes it’s hard to completely shut it out.” He looked at me gently. “You took a big step by talking to him directly. It wasn’t easy.” “Yes, but it still feels like something is hanging over my head,” I said, taking a sip of my tea. “I wish I could let it all go completely.” Julien looked at me, his face serious but gentle. “Aisha, you’re not alone. I know this ma
Aisha's POV Upon seeing my arm being grabbed, Julien rushed over in two long strides and immediately seized Sean's hand. With precision, he twisted Sean's arm behind his back, applying enough pressure that Sean was forced to release his grip.“What are you doing?” Julien said sharply, his face turning serious. There was no warm smile that I usually saw, just a cold glare filled with anger.Sean struggled to break free, his face tense. “Let go! Who are you, huh?!”Julien ignored him, maintaining his firm grip. “I said let go!” Sean shouted, his voice full of tension.Still in shock, I quickly held Julien's hand. “Julien, enough. Please... let him go.”Julien turned to me, still holding onto his anger. But seeing my pleading expression, he finally released Sean slowly. Sean immediately stepped back a few paces, holding his shoulder and breathing heavily.The two men stared at each other, and I felt the tension in t
Aisha's POVAs we exited the restaurant, the night breeze gently touched my face. I straightened my jacket collar, gazing at the somewhat empty streets. The streetlights twinkled, creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere. The sound of our footsteps echoed between the quiet buildings, adding to the intimacy of the night.Julien walked beside me, smiling occasionally, and I could feel the warmth of his presence. We talked about everything, from the food we had just enjoyed to plans for the weekend. Every word that came from his mouth flowed so naturally, making me feel comfortable.“What did you think about the food there?” Julien asked, looking at me with enthusiasm.“It was amazing! I didn’t expect their pizza to be that good,” I replied, recalling the taste of melted cheese in my mouth.We continued walking, and as we passed a small park, I paused for a moment. There was something delightful about the night—stars twinkling in the sky as i
Aisha's POV “Usually fiction, but lately I’ve been trying to read self-development books,” I said. “Maybe it could help balance my life.”Julien nodded in agreement. “That’s important. We need time for ourselves amidst the busyness.”I looked at him. There was something in his tone that felt familiar—exhaustion, hidden loneliness, or maybe just the feeling that we were both struggling to maintain balance in our busy lives.“Sometimes, I feel like I’m living in two worlds,” I said, trying to share. “Between work and personal life, and often feeling stuck.”Julien nodded, his eyes showing understanding. “I feel that too. Working at the hospital can be very demanding, and it’s sometimes hard to find time for yourself.”“I think that’s why we need moments like this—stepping out of the routine, talking to others,” I added.He smiled, but there was a sadness hidden behind it. “True. These little moments can make a big difference.”
Aisha's POV The supermarket that night was not too crowded, just filled with the occasional squeak of shopping carts and soft instrumental music from the ceiling speakers. I pushed my cart slowly, letting my eyes wander through the rows of fresh, colorful fruits. Apples, pears, oranges… everything looked tempting after a long, tiring day.I stopped in front of the vegetable aisle, staring at the fresh broccoli and bright carrots. The earthy aroma of freshly harvested vegetables reminded me of the little garden in my grandmother's backyard. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching.“Do you need help?” someone asked, lifting a package of tomatoes.I shook my head, feeling a bit awkward. “No, thank you. I’m just browsing.”He nodded and continued on his way. I resumed my search, but my mind kept drifting back to his smile.My fridge was completely empty, with only two eggs and a carton of almond milk that had expired two days ago. I hadn’t had time to shop all week, and when I opened the
Aisha's POV For now, I just wanted to be Aisha, focused on my work, with the dream clinic I was building. My self-confidence was starting to grow, and I felt more prepared to face the challenges ahead.Additionally, there was a warm feeling beginning to grow in my heart, connected to someone who was slowly making me feel safe again. Perhaps all of this was part of the process of moving forward, letting go of the burdens of the past, and embracing new possibilities.As Dita and I walked back toward the elevator to the inpatient floor, the atmosphere in the corridor still felt ordinary. We both carried the remnants of our light conversation from the café, but many things lingered in our minds. I glanced at my watch, thinking about quickly organizing a follow-up schedule for my patients, when suddenly...DING!The emergency alert from my hospital phone rang loudly. I immediately stopped in my tracks and answered the call from the internal number
Aisha's POV We walked to the café with steps slightly slower than usual. Dita didn’t say much, and I knew she was holding back. Occasionally, she glanced at the box in my hand but didn’t ask anything. I appreciated that.The atmosphere around us was quite lively, but my heart felt empty. There was something heavy in the air, and I could sense the tension between us. Dita was my good friend, and we had been through a lot together. But today felt different.I stared at the small box in my hand, reminded of what was inside. It was something important, something that could change everything. However, I also knew that sometimes, words weren’t enough to explain complex feelings.As soon as we arrived at the café, we ordered right away. I chose a cappuccino as usual, while Dita opted for iced coffee. We picked a table near the window, which was quiet and slightly hidden from the crowd.The atmosphere inside the café was cozy, with the aroma of coffe
Aisha's POV “Great! Remember, communication is important. If anything is bothering you, don’t hesitate to share,” I said, encouraging him to feel comfortable opening up.After the examination was complete, I left his room feeling satisfied. Caring for heart patients was not an easy task, but every small step toward recovery was a victory. And I was grateful to be part of their journey.As I exited the last room, I stood for a moment in the hallway, looking out the large window at the end of the corridor. Sunlight began to stream through the glass, warming my face. It felt refreshing, as if giving me new energy to get through the long day ahead.I took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs. The day had just begun, and there was still much to accomplish. With every breath, I was determined to focus my mind on the tasks ahead.One thing I was sure of, I would not let my toxic past interfere with my steps today. Every bitter mem