Three years ago they got married with love in their hearts and promises on their lips. They were the perfect couple until everything slowly withered away. Aurora would have never imagined that her once loving husband, Adrian, would hand her divorce papers with no reason and walk away without a second thought. Eventually, she had to move on. Three years later, she is wiser, and free. But then Adrian returns, pleading for a chance to make things better, he wants to fix what he broke. Unfortunately, she isn’t the same woman who once waited for him. She was adamant on not letting him draw scars on her stars again, but he was persistent to draw stars by the scars he left. She tells him “the damage is too deep to mend.” He tells her “Don’t tell me it's too deep. Tell me what it'll take to make it right again, because I’d rather die trying to fix us than live without you.”
Lihat lebih banyak♛ Aurora: Eventually, Trish had to drive us back home because I wasn't in the right state of mind to drive. I don't think I've felt this lost in a long time. Despite the fact that she was usually a menace on the road, always driving fast and bumping into things, she drove slowly today, giving me the chance to rest my head against the tinted window without fear that she might suddenly speed up and make me hit my head. She hadn't said anything since we left the diner. I hadn’t either. There really was nothing to say, and I appreciated the silence and the fact that she didn’t bring up Adrian. She just quietly gave me the space to think. A deep breath escaped my lips as the car pulled to a slow stop in front of our apartment. Without a word, we both stepped out, grabbed the bags from the trunk, and climbed the stairs to the porch. She pulled out her keys and slid one into the keyhole before turning the lock and opening the door. Trish stepped inside, and I followed. Silence trail
♛ Aurora: My heart dropped to my stomach, and my cutlery fell from my hand, clattering on the plate. I turned to Dmitri, and he was quick to raise his hands in surrender. “I promise you this wasn't planned.” He could be lying, but somehow, I had a feeling he was being honest with me. I simply shook my head and tugged at Trish’s shirt. “Let's leave.” She finally looked up from her meal at the same time Leon did, and it was at that moment they both finally noticed the suddenly still air. “What the hell is he doing here?” Trish didn't hold back, clearly pissed. She threw a displeased look at both Leon and Dmitri. “I knew it wasn't a good idea coming along with you two.” Without another word, I shifted in my seat, picked up my purse, and slid out of the booth. Trish followed. I did well to ignore Adrian’s presence and not turn my gaze to the door where he stood. I didn’t even glance up at him again. Not even when he started walking over to the booth we were standing by.
♛ Aurora: I sighed, releasing my grip on the steering wheel as Dmitri and Leon strolled over, looking far too at ease. Trish, on the other hand, was practically vibrating in her seat. I looked around again, and when I noticed there was no sign of Adrian, I released a deep breath. If it’s just the two of them, then we should be able to talk and leave immediately. Easy peasy. “I swear, if they say anything annoying, I’m throwing a coconut at them,” she muttered, reaching for one of the grocery bags. I gave her a look. “We didn’t buy a coconut. And why on earth would you even think about throwing a coconut at someone?” My brows creased. She huffed and puffed out a breath. “Fine. An apple, then.” Before I could respond, Dmitri tapped on my window with a friendly smile, his bright blue eyes staring at me. “Well, well, look who we ran into.” I rolled the window down halfway. “Hey, Dmitri. Leon.” It had been years since I last saw them. And while I had a good relationsh
♛ Aurora: It was a normal Sunday morning. Trish and I had absolutely nothing to do, because it was a free work day. We were sitting in our apartment, munching on only popcorn 'cause we both felt terribly lazy to cook, then she suggested we go grocery shopping. Our fridge was empty. The only thing you'd find there is probably yogurts and drinks. No fruits, veggies or even left over. So we were famished. “Oh My God! you disposed it off?” She exclaimed as I told her how my week went. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and turned to look at her, expecting to see a disappointed look that I threw a gift away. I bet if she was there she would have told me to keep the gift, throw the box, and throw the roses. And perhaps tel me to burn the letter and leave the ashes in an envelope by the waste. I hadn't even told her about the letter yet. “What exactly was in the gift box he sent?” Trish asked me as I stared down at the fresh fruits on the cart. I grabbed a bunch of bananas and plac
♞ Adrian: Barely three hours after my assistant confirmed the flowers had been delivered, he texted me again. Christian: Sir, the flowers have been… disposed of. Disposed of? What does that mean? “Explain,” I replied, texting back and keeping my cutlery aside, pushing the plate of food away too. I looked up from the table, and my gaze fell on my mother who was staring at me with an innocent smile. I had only come here for dinner with my family, but then it was quick to turn into Lunch and then dinner later, Just because unfortunately I came very early. My phone buzzed on the table and I picked it up to see the message Christian, my assistant sent. The moment I read it, I could feel a bitter taste moving down my throat and swirling in my stomach. I wasn't hungry any more, my stomach was now filled with nothing but a sour mood. Christian’s message was very precise and straight to the point, it read: Christian: It was thrown out. Evicted. Sent to an early grave. May the red r
♛ Aurora: I absentmindedly tapped my fingers on the office table, staring blankly at the screen of my laptop. My gaze dropped to my phone to check the time. It was still as early as 9. A.M I looked up and saw Bonnie scrolling through her work tab, and reviewing some emails we received earlier this morning. “What’s my schedule like?” I asked as I stood up from my swivel chair, walking over to the refrigerator. I opened it and picked a yoghurt. I turned back to the table and poured it in a glass cup, before walking back to my seat. “You have a meeting with one of our business partners in the next thirty minutes. A zoom call by 12 P.M. And lastly, visiting the site from 2 P.M to 5 P.M.” She listed off and I nodded. “Inform Edward about the meeting in the next thirty minutes.” I told Bonnie and she nodded before turning and heading to the door. Few minutes later, she stepped out, leaving me alone in the medium sized office. I turned my chair and my gaze trailed over the certificate
♞ Adrian: “The flowers were sent to her office earlier this morning.” I glanced at the message from my assistant, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before locking my phone and slipping it into my pocket. A small smile tipped across my lips, but it disappeared just as fast as it came. The car rolled to a stop in front of the Rossi estate. I stared at the entrance, releasing a slow breath before pushing the door open and stepping out. I didn't like coming here. The only reason was because my father had called for a family dinner night. It’s been ages since the last time we had a family dinner, which is why I couldn't decline. I only came out of respect for him. The house hadn’t changed. The same black high gates, the same neatly cut garden, the same presence that managed to feel somehow familiar and suffocating for me all at once. I climbed the steps slowly, slipping my hands into my pockets, before I could even reach for the handle of the entrance, the heavy doors
♛ Aurora: “What did Liam do again?” I asked, already used to the continuous flop and flip of her boyfriend. For someone who wouldn't waste a time to tell me to stop sulking on someone who doesn't care about me, Trish didn't quite follow her rules. They’ve been together for almost five years, one would think the fluffy blonde boy had plans of proposing to her. But no, all he’s ever done was fumble. Again and again. Trish was in love with him, more than the usual. So, all his actions always had a way of breaking a part of her heart, and disappointing her all over again. I placed my food away, and turned my attention to her, waiting for answers. Trish sighed, leaning against the counter and staring at the ceiling like it might have answers. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore,” she muttered. I frowned, picking at the food she forced on me when her gaze dropped to it. “What happened?” She let out a dry laugh. “The usual, Rory.” She breathed, “The usual. He cheated.” My
Aurora:I could feel a dull ache in my chest. Dull, sharp, aching, painful and numbing. The kind that wouldn't go no matter what I try to do.A breath escaped my lips, and I stared outside the window of the tinted glasses on the car. My mind was pulled to the past, and a sharp ache steered through my chest, hitting me right in the heart.****FLASHBACK“I promise we've tried our best,” the doctor said, his voice sounding dry, too dry. He added with a sigh, “But there's nothing more we can do.”“No—no, please, doctor. Please help me. Save my dad. He's really all I have left!” My voice cracked as I clutched his sleeve, desperation tightening in my chest, my voice sounded more than broken to my ears.My gaze fell on the hospital bed where my father lay unconscious, his face was still. His brows are as thick as mine, his nose just as sharp, but his once-warm eyes remain closed. He can’t see me. He can’t hear me. He can't look at me. He can't even move a finger.He's been in a coma for two
♛ Aurora:People usually talk about marriages that fail because the love was never there, but no one talks about the pain of losing the love that was once there. “I have something important to tell you.” A frown curved up my brows as I read the text. “Don't wait up. Busy with work. Eat without me.” I could feel my heart crash in my chest the longer I read the second message he had sent. No one tells you about the heartbreak of watching a once-loving man drift away. And no one tells you how it feels to watch love wither away because of being neglected. When your husband’s affection turns to indifference. Or where a man who once loved you simply stops trying. Breakfasts on the table aren’t as warm as they used to be. Lunch is skipped ‘cause he got busy with work. While dinner is just me alone with the cutleries in my trembling hands as I stare at the door, waiting for him to show up, only to get a text an hour later that he wouldn’t be able to make it. The good morning k...
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