Arc Arc's grip on Chelsea's hand tightened as they drove down the winding road, the destination unknown to him. Curiosity swirled in his chest, but it was overpowered by a creeping sense of fear. What if this was all just a dream? What if he'd wake up to find Chelsea gone, and he was still trapped in that cold, dark place? The memory of the stone slab and the menacing woman's face lingered, making his heart racing. Fear of being truly alone threatened to overwhelm him. So he held on to Chelsea's hand, his fingers intertwining with Chelsea's as the other hand steadied the wheel. Arc snuck a glance at Chelsea, finding him intently focused on the road ahead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. There was a sense of determination etched on his face, as if he was on a mission. Arc's curiosity piqued, wondering what could be so important that Chelsea felt compelled to show him. A nagging doubt crept in - could this be some kind of cruel prank, designed to mock him? It was po
Chelsea Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. His relationship with Arc had been a journey, filled with ups and downs. At first, there were Arc's doubts, which lingered despite Chelsea's best efforts to reassure him. Then, Penelope had left for college after , leaving Arc heartbroken. Chelsea remembered the day vividly - Arc's brave face at the airport, followed by tears and stories of their childhood in Chelsea's arms that night.As time went on, Chelsea encouraged Arc to pursue his passions. Arc had always dreamed of being a writer, having penned children's stories in his youth. But those stories had been burned, a painful reminder of his mother's departure. Chelsea's presence in his life had slowly begun to heal those old wounds, and Arc was finally starting to rediscover his love for writing.Arc's dream of pursuing an online English course had been within reach, but the tuition fees had seemed insurmountable. That was when the town had rallied aroun
Thick incense filled the dark shadowless room, as no light bothered to peek through since the room was windowless. Empty echoes drummed the air and drops of a dark liquid leaked into a wooden bowl. The cold slab underneath him was uncomfortable and the bile the room threw was enough to make him cry out for help. But he wouldn't be afraid,his Momma would come for him soon. It would only be a matter of time before he was healed of the disease that plagued him. That was what his Momma said,he could still remember the words she said before he was taken away. ". Be healed and come home to me my boy. Do not make a sound,no matter what they do to you or you'll make them angry. You hear me boy?". He'd vehemently nodded not wanting to disappoint his Momma. He was still,with frightened chills that poured in and out of his body,emitting sweat from every pore of his body. He had a inch down there but he wouldn't move. He'd been ordered to lie still and not move no matter what. He star
CHELSEA *new post* Hey guys, it's your fabulous/awesome/ass eating/rainbow pooping/favorite person in the whole world. Me!!! I'm sorry you're not seeing a video of me right now because I'm #lookingfabulous. It's the opening of the new Summer getaway luxury hotel which Andrew Waters (who is my father) and his partner Harry Doe built together by the open seaside of Thorne. And like you've all probably seen on the news and every media channel that exists, there would be a masquerade ball going on there tonight. And guess who just got his liposuction. LARRY BARRY!! I know, y'all thought it'd be me but I'm as thin as whatever the definition of thin could ever be, so no liposuction for me fellas, thank you. I know y'all wanna see how beautifully done up I am but it's a secret till tonight fans so turn on that device, get popcorn if you wanna and make sure to stick to your devices at 8:00 clock cause you're gonna see me live at the event and make sur
ARC He felt an itch on his back. He didn't bother reaching to scratch it since he also felt sore on that same area. So he ignored it as he continued his way home. He also ignored the looks he received as he passed a street. Normally he'd take the longer route of alleyways but he was nearly late for a gig Miss Sarah had set him up with. He still needed to take a quick, cold shower since the water heater at home had broken down years ago and he knew his landlord would kick him out if he dared utter a word about it. It was the cheapest house in town and his landlord was a forty something, always as high as a kite and had no family member visits. He tried putting more weight on his left leg to help ease the ache that was starting to worry his right. He needed to hurry too. The income from the gig would help with a month's groceries. Two months if they wanted to be stingy. Miss Sarah, the very nice old lady who lived in a lovely bungalow next t
CHELSEA Glamour was one way to describe the ball. Daintiness was another. The chandelier glittered seductively overhead, long tables with white linens were filled with hors d'oeuvre in small ceramic plates. And then, other tables had, of course, caviar, and was that roasted duck? Chicken? Foie gras, oysters, truffles, the typical highlight of rich people's exquisite tastes. Large windows overlooked a very beautiful garden and a large surreal pool that glowed a bluish hue in the dark. It was simply entrancing. To think his father had pulled all of it together, with help of course, it was amazing. The debacle going on in the wide, expansive hall was nearly humorous, the elegance of the guests was intimidating, an array of timeless classiness and bold colours and he'd somehow decided to be himself, meanwhile going against the societal dress code and went all out in his; purple tux, a matching hot pink mask and bowtie, and suede boots. H
ORC She was here, the counterfeit gold big ear loops she always wore were rusted and her skin tight jeans were dirty. The expression she wore on her face was forlorn and distant, her dark hair done in a rough ponytail and she wasn't wearing her flip flops. She was barefoot. "Momma?" She didn't answer, almost as if she couldn't hear him. She stood by his bedside, her sharp blue eyes boring into him but it appeared she wasn't really seeing him. "Momma." She shook her head and got up, walking slowly towards the door. He tried to get up but he couldn't. It was like he was tied down, couldn't breathe. He needed air. "Momma wait." She didn't turn back. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer there. He jolted up from the dream. He gasped and breathe heavily, trying to take in air as sweat dripped down his face. His eyes shifted around his surroundings as he did so. Sunlight drifted in the open window, a
CHELSEA *new post* Hi. So last night happened which was unexpected. Wish everything would feel better already.#kevincheated #chelseabrokenheartemojis #upheaval #harrywatersballnightcrash #amhurt The comments started to come in. lolligurl ×are you okay Chelsea?× foreignbibee ×Kevin deserves to burn in hell× nofaker101 ×you both looked so good together (crying emoji times three)× gaylord ×WE LOOVVEEE YOU CHELSEA× screamingbanshee ×ugh, last night was so dramatic× Chelsea smiled as he read the encouragements and threats against Kevin. He would have to do a live video really soon, with fake tears dripping down his face and tissue boxes surrounding him. He'd sniff and cry and bring snot out if his nose, then after a few weeks, he'd post pictures and videos showing that he's moved on and is on a path of self discovery. He would've done it now but he wasn't in the mood to be vulnerable. He neede
Chelsea Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. His relationship with Arc had been a journey, filled with ups and downs. At first, there were Arc's doubts, which lingered despite Chelsea's best efforts to reassure him. Then, Penelope had left for college after , leaving Arc heartbroken. Chelsea remembered the day vividly - Arc's brave face at the airport, followed by tears and stories of their childhood in Chelsea's arms that night.As time went on, Chelsea encouraged Arc to pursue his passions. Arc had always dreamed of being a writer, having penned children's stories in his youth. But those stories had been burned, a painful reminder of his mother's departure. Chelsea's presence in his life had slowly begun to heal those old wounds, and Arc was finally starting to rediscover his love for writing.Arc's dream of pursuing an online English course had been within reach, but the tuition fees had seemed insurmountable. That was when the town had rallied aroun
Arc Arc's grip on Chelsea's hand tightened as they drove down the winding road, the destination unknown to him. Curiosity swirled in his chest, but it was overpowered by a creeping sense of fear. What if this was all just a dream? What if he'd wake up to find Chelsea gone, and he was still trapped in that cold, dark place? The memory of the stone slab and the menacing woman's face lingered, making his heart racing. Fear of being truly alone threatened to overwhelm him. So he held on to Chelsea's hand, his fingers intertwining with Chelsea's as the other hand steadied the wheel. Arc snuck a glance at Chelsea, finding him intently focused on the road ahead, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. There was a sense of determination etched on his face, as if he was on a mission. Arc's curiosity piqued, wondering what could be so important that Chelsea felt compelled to show him. A nagging doubt crept in - could this be some kind of cruel prank, designed to mock him? It was po
ChelseaChelsea stood at the door, his lip caught between his teeth as he hesitated over the plan he and the others had devised. The memory of the pain he'd caused Arc still lingered, and he'd long since accepted the weight of his mistakes. Yet, despite Arc's skeptical gaze and blunt refusal, Chelsea had glimpsed something else - a flicker of hope that had ignited a spark within him.He stared at the aloe vera plant, seeking answers, but its spiky exterior simply faced the open air, unmoving and unresponsive. The fact that it was still very much alive only seemed to mock him, a reminder that even the most resilient things couldn't provide the solace he sought.As dusk approached, the sun cast a warm, golden glow. The others had pressured him to put their plan into action the day Arc left the hospital, but Chelsea had insisted on giving him time to rest. However, he couldn't deny the truth: he'd been afraid to face Arc, to feel the weight of his disappointment, to see the d
ArcArc stepped out of the hospital, and the cool air hit him like a slap in the face. He felt a rush of emotions: relief from escaping the hospital's sterile smell and the suffocating white walls, annoyance at the doctor's presumptions and Chelsea's sudden reappearance.But Chelsea... Arc's mind snagged on the thought of him. He didn't know what he felt about Chelsea. Maybe he knew, but he didn't want to acknowledge the spark of happiness that had flared to life when he saw Chelsea standing in his hospital room. Arc tried to squelch it down, to bury it beneath a layer of anger and hurt.He didn't trust Chelsea. He didn't know why Chelsea was really back, and he wasn't going to let his guard down again. But despite his best efforts, memories came flooding back: the pain, the heartache, the longing. Arc's chest constricted, and his left leg wobbled beneath him. He stumbled, catching himself on a nearby car.As he leaned against the cool metal, Arc felt a wave of fear w
ChelseaArc drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind foggy and his body weak. Chelsea sat beside him, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement. The doctor came in regularly, checking Arc's vitals and reassuring Chelsea that he was on the mend."He's doing well, considering," the doctor said, smiling kindly at Chelsea. "The fever's broken, and his infection is responding to the antibiotics. He just needs rest and time to recover."Chelsea nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He glanced at Arc, who was stirring again, his eyes fluttering open.The doctor smiled. "He's going to be okay. And I think having you here is helping him. When he's deep in sleep, he always reaches for you. It's quite remarkable."Chelsea's heart swelled with emotion. He was grateful to be able to be there for Arc, to provide comfort and support during this difficult time.Just then, a commotion erupted outside the hospital room. The band of grandmothers and book club membe
ChelseaChelsea's gaze lingered on Arc's fragile form, stretched out on the hospital bed like a broken doll. The steady beep of the machine was a harsh reminder that Arc's life hung in the balance. Chelsea's mind reeled with regret and self-recrimination. Why had he left him? Why had he abandoned him when he needed them most? The weight of his mistake threatened to crush them.As he stood there, frozen in anguish, the door burst open and Penelope stormed in. Her hazel-brown eyes blazed with fury, and her brown hair was disheveled, as if she'd rushed out of the house without bothering to brush it. Her glasses were knocked askew, sitting crookedly on her nose, and her rumpled clothes suggested she'd thrown them on in a hurry. Beside her, a girl with a worried expression tried to calm her down, placing a restraining hand on Penelope's arm.But Penelope shook her off, her eyes fixed on Chelsea. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice like a whip.Chelsea opened his mouth to spea
ArcLoneliness shrouded Arc like a damp chill, seeping into his bones and echoing through the empty spaces of his room. He felt like a ghost, invisible and unwanted, a faint outline of a person slowly fading away. In the darkness, his thoughts unraveled, tangled threads of rejection and abandonment that seemed to tighten around his heart. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his skin slick with sweat, as the weight of Chelsea's departure, and his sister's absence crushed him beneath its unyielding heaviness. His eyes, sunken and haunted, stared blankly at the ceiling as the shadows conjured echoes of his momma, her whispered absence a painful reminder of abandonment and rejection. His momma's presence, a whispered promise of love and comfort, hovered at the edge of his consciousness, a bittersweet reminder of all he had never known. Arc's gaze drifted upward, and his momma's face hovered above him, her wild auburn hair a tangled halo, her brown eyes almost hazel in the dim light.
ChelseaChelsea's response was immediate and icy. "Don't talk to me."He tried to walk away, but Kevin grabbed his arm, holding him in place. Chelsea shot him a glare, his eyes narrowing in warning. Kevin raised his hand in a non-threatening gesture, his expression conciliatory. "I just wanna talk."Chelsea's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a message from Lily: "Need some help?" He glanced over at her, then typed back, "No. I'll handle it."Chelsea put his phone away and folded his arms, his eyes never leaving Kevin's face. "Who are you texting?" Kevin asked, his tone light and curious.Chelsea's response was sharp and cutting. "Someone who doesn't have to resort to manipulating others to feel relevant." Kevin's grin faltered, and for a moment, Chelsea saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes."Ouch, I guess I deserve that for dumping you the way I did," Kevin said, his voice laced with a hint of remorse. Chelsea felt a surge of anger and frustrati
ChelseaThe sun had set over the city, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. The air was electric with excitement as celebrities, influencers, and industry insiders gathered for the highly anticipated MMAs – the Majesty Movie Awards.Chelsea stepped out of the limousine and onto the red carpet, his eyes scanning the sea of flashing cameras and screaming fans. The sound of paparazzi shouting his name and the constant click-click-click of cameras was almost deafening.Lily, who had helped him get ready for the event, gave him a final once-over before nudging him forward. "Go, Chelsea. Get them."Chelsea took a deep breath, pasted on a dazzling smile, and began his walk down the red carpet. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as he posed for photos, waving to his fans and chatting with the occasional reporter.To his left, a giant LED screen displayed the MMA logo – a stylized, cursive "M" made up of tiny, shimmering stars. The screen flickered and changed, sh