On that morning, she was determined. Determined to make a choice. She couldn't love two men in the same way. One heart couldn't beat for two, and one body couldn't desire two bodies at the same time. Her dilemma was torturous; on one side, she had the most incredible man she had ever known, loyal, fair, honest, and romantic, and on the other side, she had someone who was intense, determined, and stirred feelings in her that she couldn't describe but consumed her entirely; she felt alive.
They were two people with different attitudes, gestures, and actions, but two people who astonishingly completed her. If she could, she would unite those two men into one, but she couldn't. And she knew that the moment she made her choice, she would not only lose one of them but also lose a part of herself.
Annelyn MartinFifteen years ago..."Stay quiet!" My mother said as she dragged me by the arm into a chilling building. I didn't want to go. Even though I had never been in that place before, I knew it. I knew what it was about, even though back then I was only six years old."Mom, please... Don't leave me here," I whimpered, scared. Selfishly, she ignored me, continuing to pull me. I could barely keep up with her strides; she walked quickly with her long legs, as if she were running from something. And indeed, she was running from the responsibility of being a mother."I can't stay with you. I wasn't made for this!" With brutality, she released my red and sore arm. "You'll get a new family. Real parents. And if you're lucky, you'll have a better mother than me."The woman with long black hair, a well-sculpted body, and a downcast expression opened the designer bag she carried on her left shoulder, taking out some documents from inside."Take these. Give them to whoever comes to pick
Annelyn MartinFifteen years later...The colorful lights of the nightclub illuminated my skin, while the music playing with a vibrant beat guided my body in an animated rhythm on the dance floor. I danced alongside my best friend, Amelie. The two of us had decided that tonight we would do something crazy. Something intense, stupid, or embarrassing, but something we had never done before. And the reason? It wasn't anything convenient; we were just tired of being responsible all the time. So, on my birthday, Amelie made me swear that for at least one night, we would stop being the responsible girls we are."Oh my, if they find out we're here... They'll skin us alive!" the green-eyed blonde commented with a joyful smile on her face, making it clear that despite knowing the scolding we would get if we were discovered, she didn't care one bit, thanks to the effect of alcohol."My mom will freak out!" I chuckled, feeling my body respond through the intoxication.Amelie shared my laughter a
Annelyn Martin"Where the hell were your heads? How could you do such a thing? Have you lost your minds?" my mother exclaimed incredulously, her voice raised, as she looked at me and Amelie, both drenched. "You've always been responsible, never gotten into trouble. And all of a sudden, you decide to get wasted to the point where you need to be escorted by the police?""The police weren't exactly because of the drinks, Aunt... It was because of the rain," Amelie tried to justify. However, this only increased my mother's anger."If you two had stayed in the hotel like I told you, none of this would have happened!" she said, even more upset, running her hands through her face. "Do you even think about what will happen if Mrs. Callaghan finds out that the police brought you home drunk? Huh?" She looked at us. "Did it not occur to you that this could get you kicked out of the hotel? Without a job and without a place to live!"The downside of living in your workplace was that if you got fir
Annelyn Martin"Where the hell were your heads? How could you do such a thing? Have you lost your minds?" my mother exclaimed incredulously, her voice raised, as she looked at me and Amelie, both drenched. "You've always been responsible, never gotten into trouble. And all of a sudden, you decide to get wasted to the point where you need to be escorted by the police?""The police weren't exactly because of the drinks, Aunt... It was because of the rain," Amelie tried to justify. However, this only increased my mother's anger."If you two had stayed in the hotel like I told you, none of this would have happened!" she said, even more upset, running her hands through her face. "Do you even think about what will happen if Mrs. Callaghan finds out that the police brought you home drunk? Huh?" She looked at us. "Did it not occur to you that this could get you kicked out of the hotel? Without a job and without a place to live!"The downside of living in your workplace was that if you got fir
Annelyn MartinFifteen years later...The colorful lights of the nightclub illuminated my skin, while the music playing with a vibrant beat guided my body in an animated rhythm on the dance floor. I danced alongside my best friend, Amelie. The two of us had decided that tonight we would do something crazy. Something intense, stupid, or embarrassing, but something we had never done before. And the reason? It wasn't anything convenient; we were just tired of being responsible all the time. So, on my birthday, Amelie made me swear that for at least one night, we would stop being the responsible girls we are."Oh my, if they find out we're here... They'll skin us alive!" the green-eyed blonde commented with a joyful smile on her face, making it clear that despite knowing the scolding we would get if we were discovered, she didn't care one bit, thanks to the effect of alcohol."My mom will freak out!" I chuckled, feeling my body respond through the intoxication.Amelie shared my laughter a
Annelyn MartinFifteen years ago..."Stay quiet!" My mother said as she dragged me by the arm into a chilling building. I didn't want to go. Even though I had never been in that place before, I knew it. I knew what it was about, even though back then I was only six years old."Mom, please... Don't leave me here," I whimpered, scared. Selfishly, she ignored me, continuing to pull me. I could barely keep up with her strides; she walked quickly with her long legs, as if she were running from something. And indeed, she was running from the responsibility of being a mother."I can't stay with you. I wasn't made for this!" With brutality, she released my red and sore arm. "You'll get a new family. Real parents. And if you're lucky, you'll have a better mother than me."The woman with long black hair, a well-sculpted body, and a downcast expression opened the designer bag she carried on her left shoulder, taking out some documents from inside."Take these. Give them to whoever comes to pick
On that morning, she was determined. Determined to make a choice. She couldn't love two men in the same way. One heart couldn't beat for two, and one body couldn't desire two bodies at the same time. Her dilemma was torturous; on one side, she had the most incredible man she had ever known, loyal, fair, honest, and romantic, and on the other side, she had someone who was intense, determined, and stirred feelings in her that she couldn't describe but consumed her entirely; she felt alive.They were two people with different attitudes, gestures, and actions, but two people who astonishingly completed her. If she could, she would unite those two men into one, but she couldn't. And she knew that the moment she made her choice, she would not only lose one of them but also lose a part of herself.