He stood by the entryway of the kitchen, looking down at the floor. His mind kept coming back to the image of Max sitting alone in the bathroom.If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten that far. After staying silent for so long, the realization hit him like a slap in the face. Max wasn't the only one who was at fault for what happened that night.It wasn't entirely my fault, either, but it's definitely one of mine...and it shouldn't happen again. I should have known better. He clenched his fists and exhaled slowly. "This is so ridiculous…" he growled silently to himself. He rubbed his forehead, then turned and looked around the hallway, realizing that the only person who could possibly help him now would be his mom. She knew exactly what to do to fix things. She always seemed to know.As soon as he exited the house, he ran up the driveway towards her house, stopping only when he reached the porch steps. He waited patiently as he listened to the sounds of footsteps approachin
Even though he still felt a bit guilty about what happened last time they talked, he couldn't help but feel relieved that he was allowed to talk to her about it.She wrapped him in a tight hug and rested her head on top of his. After a few minutes of silence passed, she pulled away and patted his cheek lightly. "Why don't we go upstairs for lunch, hmm?"He nodded, wiping the stray tears that escaped from his eyes. They headed up the stairs together and sat down on the couch. She placed her plate of food on the table in front of them while he grabbed a fork, stabbing a piece of pasta. He swallowed hard as he brought it to his mouth, chewing slowly. When he finally swallowed, he spoke up."Mom…" he said softly. "About what I said…"She raised an eyebrow at him. "What about it?"He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I'm sorry for yelling like that. I know you're worried about me. But…it's not your fault. This is something I need to work through myself."She hummed. "That doesn't
Still, he wasn't convinced it wouldn't be too much trouble to bring it all up again. It would certainly be easier if he could speak to someone about it himself, but he knew that wasn't really possible.Before long, their conversation turned towards other things, but he remained distracted throughout the rest of the afternoon. As soon as they finished eating, he quickly got up to return to his room. The thought of talking to his mother about the nightmare bothered him far more than he would have expected. Not only was it bothering him, but he also feared that it could become a real concern. If he told her about it, it was highly likely she wouldn't approve. In fact, she would most likely tell him to forget about talking to her about it, to let it go, and to move on with his life. It was almost as if she wanted him to suffer all over again.However, he knew that she wasn't going to allow that. That's why he didn't want to say anything until after Christmas vacation was over. He was a
Max followed her over to the kitchen, watching as she set the bag of groceries down and began digging through the contents. She picked a couple of fruits and vegetables, and then moved onto the rest of the ingredients. Once she was finished with the groceries, she grabbed an apple and walked over to the dining table. Before she took a bite, she paused, turning her gaze towards him."So…what did you decide to eat tonight?" she asked him.He shrugged lightly. "It's your turn. What are you cooking for dinner?""Oh, I don't know. I kind of just ordered takeout and put it in the fridge for you to eat tomorrow."Max chuckled softly. "That's not fair. I'm starving."She smiled brightly. "Well, I can always order something else."He shook his head. "No, It's fine. Besides, I don't mind ordering something else."She nodded. "Well…how about a nice salad? Or maybe grilled cheese sandwiches?"He raised an eyebrow, smiling a little. "Okay. A cake sounds great.""Great! Now, if you'll excuse me,
"That's good. I don't mean to pressure you.""Don't worry about it," he told her. "I think I need to think about it more. I'm not that close with anyone anyway. And it wouldn't hurt to try, even if I don't end up doing it.""Alright, then. Good luck with that, okay?"He nodded his head. "I'll definitely need it."She laughed a little at that. "And I guess I should leave you alone now. You've been working hard today, huh? Do you still feel like studying now?""No, I'm done now," he replied. "I didn't realise how hungry I am until now. But you know, I'll probably be able to stay here for a bit longer than planned. I'll probably be leaving in the afternoon so…""Ah, okay. If you don't mind me asking, is your brother going to be coming over again?"He nodded. "Yeah. Probably. Why?"She blinked. "You know, he's kind of been hanging out around here a lot recently. It's just weird that he isn't home all the time.""He's probably just busy," he answered, frowning slightly. "Anyway, I'll be
"People change. They grow. They mature. Their priorities become clearer, and their relationships change too. Things begin to unravel. No matter how many years pass, nothing will ever truly be the same again. Everyone grows. People change. Relationships change. Life changes. Everything does."She turned her gaze downwards and picked up her spoon, swirling the pasta around. She paused for a moment. "But you shouldn't give up on yourself, Max. Don't give up on those that care about you. Don't give up on yourself because you want to be perfect. It's impossible to get there."She took a deep breath and continued eating. "I'm telling you all this because I don't want you to give up either. So please promise me that you won't stop fighting for yourself. Please don't give up. Because you deserve better.""I promise."She smiled, turning her head towards him, and suddenly he noticed that her eyes were glistening. She blinked several times and looked away.After a short moment, she lowered her
The walls seemed to shine with a light that made the colors seem brighter than usual, as though they reflected the rays of sunlight that came through the window.In the middle of the room was a small rocking chair, with a blanket draped over its arms. An old photo sat on the wooden chest in the corner. It was one of him and his father, although it had been taken several years ago. His father's arms were wrapped around his waist. His father's face was pressed into the crook of his neck, leaving a light kiss on his skin. There was also a flower tucked neatly between his father's teeth, a white rose petal falling from his lips. They were both smiling, and they looked as though they were having the time of their lives.There were no pictures of Max's mother anywhere. Not even a single picture of his own. He guessed that she never bothered to keep any of his photos up after his disappearance.They walked into the kitchen where the coffee machine was. It was silent, save for the sound of
Even if he had lost the ability to cry, he didn’t want to stop now. He was so afraid that his father was only a figment of his imagination that had managed to enter his mind.He watched as his father smiled sadly, as though he understood what Max was thinking.“Hi, Sophie.”Max swallowed hard. “Why are you here? You said that.”His voice cracked as he tried to force the words out. He felt tears begin to flow down his cheeks again and he wiped them away angrily before speaking.“You said that you weren’t coming back! You said that… that you would leave and never come back! I thought you were dead!” Max cried. “You were done!”His father nodded solemnly. “I am sorry. I am truly sorry, but I had no choice. It was either my death or yours. It was either your death or mine. So I chose mine.”“You promised me, Dad,” Max whispered. “Promised me that you would never go back. That you would never leave me again!”His father sighed softly. “I am truly sorry, son.”Max fell to his knees, bury
“It will be alright, babe. Everything is going to be fine.” Sophie tried to breathe deeply, trying to regain her composure. She knew that nothing was going to be okay if her parents won’t visit the baby, but that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon. “We’re going to raise this baby together. Your parents are coming to us. I won’t let them leave us behind.” Sophie laughed softly. “That sounds like something a supervillain would say.” Max laughed along with her, kissing Sophie’s forehead.They sat side by side on the edge of the pool. Max was playing with Sophie’s hair absentmindedly, stroking her hair through the wet strands. The water glistened underneath them, reflecting their faces. Sophie had her chin resting on Max’s shoulder. It was peaceful, just the two of them in the middle of nowhere, with nowhere to be except for this private place where they could hide from everyone and everything. Max’s house was huge, and there were so many rooms to explore, but Sophie and Max fo
Sophie feels so happy with her husband Max, she kept kissing him so passionately in his office, that Max finally asked for a break and they made out on the couch until Sophie felt so breathless it was almost painful to stand up straight. They were still holding hands, Sophie could feel Max’s calloused fingers around hers, as he walked them towards their bedroom. He pressed against Sophie, making his way down slowly until they reached the bed where he pushed her onto the mattress. Sophie giggled as he crawled over her. She felt like she could burst with happiness every time he came home from work after long days at the hospital, when it had taken him hours to go home and rest. He told her that he always needed a few minutes before going home, to calm himself before facing her, because seeing her face was such a beautiful sight. He said that even though she looked tired, her eyes were sparkling like stars. Sophie knew that he didn’t lie to her. His green eyes sparkled as well, and
“I love you, Sophie” he said huskily, staring deeply into her eyes. She smiled at him lovingly before she pressed her lips against his once more, pulling him even closer. She reached down and grabbed hold of the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head quickly and tossing it to the floor. He stood up from the bed and pulled his boxers off. Once his pants and shoes were discarded to the ground, he crawled back up on top of her. He held himself above her, hovering over her body. He stared down at her, studying her features carefully. “Are you sure about this?” He mumbled, staring intently into her eyes. She smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes. I want you so badly. I’ve waited too long. Let me show you exactly what I mean.” She whispered. “Show me.” He whispered back. She slipped one of her legs between his knees and placed both of her hands around his neck. With a swift movement, she yanked on his hair and rolled onto her back. “Oh yeah, Max!” She cried
“Missed you too.” She replied. The next moment, she felt Max’s hands traveling slowly up her back. When he was touching her, goosebumps appeared on her arms. He noticed how tense she became and immediately stopped moving. He stared at her for a long time without saying a word. She raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. His expression told her everything. He was completely mesmerized by her, and he didn’t know how to react anymore. “Max, please…” Sophie breathed, breaking the silence. She needed him right now. “I’ll stop.” He mumbled. “No, Max. Please don’t stop, I need you.” She pleaded, looking at him with those big beautiful blue eyes. Her hands were gripping onto the sides of his face, pleading with him to not stop. His eyes softened and he took his hands off of her and moved them behind her neck. He pulled her closer and connected their lips together. As soon as their lips touched she felt her entire body shiver. It felt nice. Her arms slowly started circling h
Max broke the kiss first, his breathing heavily. He kept his head close to hers, his eyes staring deep into hers. He caressed her cheeks with his hands and smiled. Her eyes were filled with tears. She was crying. He wiped away the tears that flowed from her eyes with his thumb. “Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. “Yea. I’m fine,” she replied softly, sniffling. “Just...just happy.” She said, letting out a quiet sob. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her. “Me too, I’m just really happy that I can hold you in my arms again.” He whispered against her hair. She looked up at him and kissed his nose. She couldn’t help smiling. “You’re so adorable.” She whispered, nuzzling her nose against his. He smiled. He knew exactly why she was acting like that. She was nervous. She was scared that he might leave her if she confessed what she really felt. He understood perfectly well why she was acting that way. But that wasn’t something he was going to allow to happen. He
Max shivered involuntarily and Sophie immediately put her arms around him. They stood like that for a minute or two, feeling each other’s warmth, enjoying the feeling of the other person beside them. Once they had calmed down, they went upstairs to get changed out of their damp clothes. After they had gotten dressed, they were seated on the couch in the living room watching TV. Sophie was resting her head against his shoulder and was looking at him expectantly. He had an idea and a grin crept across his face. He gently leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She blushed lightly. She looked up at him questioningly and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this for?” She asked curiously. Max smiled happily. “It’s nothing special. It’s just a thank you kiss. A very special thanks. Now go and get ready, we’re going to go somewhere very special tomorrow.” He said smiling happily. Sophie jumped to her feet. She hugged him tightly. “Yes! Thank you!” She whispered excitedly. He chuckled and held he
“Do you wanna talk about what’s bothering you? We don’t need to talk if you don’t want us to.” He spoke softly, hoping that she wouldn’t hate him for asking. Sophie’s shoulders dropped a bit. “No, we should probably talk. It will make everything easier for both of us if we talk it out.” She replied quietly. Max nodded. As soon as he parked the car in their parking lot, he turned off the ignition. Sophie looked confused as well as nervous. She opened her door slowly. Max grabbed her hand before she closed it. She looked back at him with a questioning gaze. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.” He assured her. Sophie looked thoughtful for a minute. “I just wish my mom wouldn’t make a big deal out of everything. She’s never liked me dating guys.” She confessed. “My father and my sister always support me and they’ve been great about my dating life, but they always treat me different when I bring boys home. Mom always says that I’m not good enough for any
Max kept staring at Sophie, the most beautiful girl he ever seen, she always looks so perfect for him and he always want to kiss her. She was smiling in his direction, which made his heart flutter inside his ribcage. She was the first one to notice his stare. “Hey, don’t look like you just saw a ghost. You’re making me nervous!” She laughed. Her laugh is beautiful too but Max didn’t mind it that much because her laugh was always contagious, even though he knows she probably wasn't talking about laughing at him. He smiled back at her, trying not to blush. “Sorry. I’m just admiring how gorgeous you are today. And your smile is so bright! I can already tell you will make many handsome suitors when you graduate this university in the next five years!” He said with a cheesy grin plastered on his face as if he would actually have any chance of winning her hand. He’s been crushing on her since their first meeting. She was the one who introduced them. They were standing in line waiting
Still, the moment that he met Ms. Anderson, he realized that he couldn’t hold on to all the negative feelings that he had harbored for a while. After all, she didn’t treat him any differently, except for her son. She treated him the same way she would treat anybody else, no matter if they were born here or not. And so far, she had never once done anything to indicate that she would be unhappy with the situation he had found himself in.“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Now, do you want something to drink? I’ll get it ready right now. Do you want to sit down anywhere or should I go upstairs and get the glasses out for you?” she questioned, looking at him.“You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine by myself,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.With that said, she got up from the sofa, headed towards the stairs, and headed up.Max looked around the living room. It seemed as if everything had remained intact throughout the years, although he knew that there were signs of changes ov