"Are you thinking about jumping off the bridge?" Albert almost jumped with shock when he heard the other person's voice right next to him. He had come... Albert wasn't that stupid after all. "I shall... Why did you take so long?" Albert was angry. The guy sat on the floor, still breathing hard from
He was grateful. All the memories of the night before hit him. He got up and went to where the sound was coming from. "What are you doing?" Albert was trying to get rid of the broken dishes, there was a whole mess in his kitchen: broken eggs, a lot of scattered flour, and the like. "What a mess!You
When they felt ready, Albert called his car. It was late at night when they left the apartment. Conrad was driving Albert's car, since that car would be his from now on. The car was totally different from his family's old truck, which they used from time to time. Albert's car was luxurious; the engi
To tell the truth, it was somewhat relaxing to be able to wake up without worries like before, now that he had switched lives with Conrad, he could pretend to be a simple carefree guy whose only concern he could have was putting food on the table. That didn't seem that difficult. Conrad had a routi
"It's hot today, right?" he commented, undoing the top few buttons on her shirt. "I don't think so," she denied it, brushing her long, wavy hair behind her ear. "Do you want a drink? I have coffee." "I'd love to," she smiled and went to the kitchen, which was open in bold style. The apartment was
Being in that old car meant freedom for him. He could do whatever he wanted at any time, there was no one there to watch him, no cameras or paparazzi, and he could not fake things to please everyone. He put on some rock music, turned on the truck's speaker loudly, and went all the way to the communi
He went to the building manager, he wanted permission to use the terrace for a few hours. After a brief conversation, the building manager gave permission, and Albert went up to the terrace. When he got there, he prepared the place by putting on lights that weren't so bright but would be visible a
Nowadays Albert When I was twenty-five things seemed more complicated and inconsequential, but today, when I look back, I realize that the best thing that happened to me was meeting this incredible woman who was sitting here right next to me. We were all in Denver to attend the wedding. Everythi
Annie POV Peter Morton’s face was just inches from mine, staring at me. The electric blue of his eyes was so close I could see his irises dilating and contracting. “You okay, Lady Ann?” he asked. I sighed with a small smile, half in delight. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.” Actual
Annie POV The masked boy—who I didn’t want to admit was Peter—took me to an upscale, comfortable hotel where I could spend the night safely, away from everything, and try to regain my composure and figure out what to do next. “You can stay here,” he said calmly, though his voice still carried a hi
Annie POV The masked boy led me through the dark campus, his hand firm in mine as we ran away from the ballroom. My legs trembled, the blue dress swishing with each step, and tears still streamed down my face, hot and relentless. The sound of the shouts, the judgments, still echoed in my head, bu
“No choice?” He cut me off, his tone incredulous. “Are you serious? You chose to help Madison make that video. You chose to plug it into the projector. And now Annie’s out there, broken, while you try to run from the responsibility. This doesn’t fix anything, Abby. It wasn’t supposed to end like thi
Abby POV I was there, tucked away in the shadows of the ballroom’s corner, my heart still racing as I watched the chaos I’d helped create unfold. The giant screen kept playing that horrible video, distorted and manipulated clips of Annie echoing through the room like a final verdict. People poin
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s
I swallowed hard, Caleb’s words coming back to haunt me. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we’ve gone too far?” He’d said that at the mall, and I’d hung up on him, but now they echoed in my head. Annie had hurt me, yes. The fight in the dorm, the way she called me fake, like I was trash she
Abby POV I was leaning against the wall of the ballroom, the cup of punch in my hand already warm and forgotten, as I watched Annie dance with that masked boy. The soft lights of the ball cast shadows over them, and even from so far away, you could feel something in the air—a chemistry almost tangi
Anne POV I was there, trying to at least pretend I was enjoying the party with Summer, letting the loud music and spinning lights distract me from the weight pressing on my chest. Summer danced beside me, throwing her arms up with that endless energy of hers, and I tried to keep up, forcing a smile