With a long-suffering sigh, he nods. “Fine. I promise.” Aria beams, hugging him tightly. “Yay! My Julie forever!” Irene smirks, crossing her arms. “We’ll see about that.” Julian groans, rubbing his temples as Aria and Irene continue their tug-of-war over him. He has had enough. “Can you both just stop?!” He snaps finally, his patience finally breaking and wearing off. Especially to Aria who is clinging onto him like a slime. Silence falls. Aria blinks, her grip on his shirt loosening. “J-Julie…?” Her voice is small, uncertain. Julian exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Irene, you always mess with me and now her, and Aria, you act like a spoiled kid whenever I talk to anyone else!” His voice is firm, frustrated. “I can be friends with other people! You don’t own me, Aria!” His sharp cold eyes shudders Aria who looks confused with Julian's cold and indifferent gaze. The room suddenly feels too quiet. Aria’s fingers tremble as she stares at him,
Eunice, The morning sunlight drapes across the living room, casting a golden warmth over the space. Everything feels too still, too peaceful, as if the world itself is oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. James moves around the kitchen with ease, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes like it’s second nature. I watch him, mesmerized by the way he hums under his breath, his presence so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. It should be comforting—this domesticity, this quiet moment between us. But instead, my chest tightens, because I know that soon, everything will change. Since we have returned home, I have been fighting with myself for a decision that I thought was simple a month ago. However, his appearance, me falling in love with him again made that simple decision one of the hardest decisions ever. I haven’t told him yet. “You’re staring,” James teases, his voice smooth, pulling me out of my thoughts. He glances over his shoulder, flashing that boyish grin that u
What's the color of voice? Red, Green, White or Rainbow? She wants to know. But what she wants to know is how love feels, what kind of color does love have? Red like heart? What's that? What about heartbreak? What color does it have? Black? Dark Red? Carol Bianca sits in front of the mirror, adjusting her wedding veil with trembling fingers. Her reflection stares back at her—hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears, full lips painted a soft shade of pink, and long, chestnut hair cascading over her bare shoulders in loose curls. She looks like a bride from a fairytale, her white dress hugging her figure perfectly, the flowing skirt pooling around her in a sea of satin. It's going to be beach wedding with her some friends as bridesmaids and some guests from her fiancé's side. And she has been planning this wedding for years with the love of her life, Troy Victor. But despite the outward beauty, a shadow of doubt lingers deep inside her chest. She has been deaf since she was six. Th
Carol’s hands tremble as she holds the prenup papers, her vision blurring as tears form in her eyes. 'Why is this happening now?' She looks at Troy, hoping for some sign of warmth, some explanation that would make sense, but his face remains cold, detached, like the man she thought she knew is no longer standing in front of her. **Sign it, and we’ll get married,** he signs and says, his voice flat, no love in his tone. **If not, I won’t risk my future.** Risk his future? Carol’s heart pounds in her chest, the words swirling in her mind like a terrible storm. 'The future we were supposed to share? The life we were building together?' Her fingers tremble as she picks up the pen. Her mind is screaming at her to stop, to ask more questions, but her heart… her heart still clings to the hope that this is just a mistake, something they can work through. Maybe he’s nervous. Maybe this is just about protecting himself, not about her, not about them. Eunice’s voice cuts through he
** I told you not to sign any papers. Now he betrayed you. What are you going to do? Not only did you lose your villa but also you wouldn't get the inheritance from your grandparents if you don't marry today. This is an entire hell!** Eunice out of breath, keeps signing furiously. Her fingers are hurting but she can't help but feel so upset with her best friend who became so pushover and to herself that she didn't stop her properly. Carol stands silently, keeps hanging her head down. She feels numb and silent inside her head. As if she has lost the ability to process what's happening. People are watching her with pity and sympathy. She always hates those pitiful gaze. Now, her love of life accepted her because he was pitying her. ** Carol!** She taps her shoulder, **What will happen if your family knows about it!? Remember the news of your wedding went to your family. What if they aim for your grandparents' inheritance. It will be a devastating situation** Carol's eyes wide
** I hope you aren't making some pity or some reckless decisions. I am not in my right mind to play a marriage game and act like a lovely wife who will love you immediately. Are you sure you don't want someone who truly deserves you? I might ask for divorce anytime soon if we get married!** Carol signs, knowing her heart best. She has loved Troy for her whole life. The betrayal of Troy has stabbed her heart so deeply that the words Love and Trust make her feel disgusted. She doesn't want to involve another man in this messy situation but she has no other choice but to accept his proposal. She must accept her paternal grandparents' wealth as she promised. Life has played the ultimate betrayal with her. Now she wants to throw a blind shot, without any hope. The corner of his lips raise a bit with a silent chuckle as he watches her signing. He takes the handkerchief from his pocket and holds it before her without saying anything first. Mascara has spread under her eyes, making he
Even Troy's family and friends who were till the end, congratulated and apologized to Carol for Troy's behavior. Especially, Troy's mother who raised troy like an ideal man. She had faith in her son who would never turn into a monster like his father. Right now, The Reception is happening, like they have planned. Troy and his mistress are still sitting on the sand, tied up. His friends to his mother and his younger sister are attending as Carol's family and friends. ** Carol** Troy's mother smiles and brings a jewelry box, revealing a beautiful necklace with a pendant in it. ** This is my family's heirloom. Your grandma wanted you to have it once you are married to my son. However, today I found that I don't have any children. I always thought of you as my daughter. I always wanted to protect you from your own family. So I think you deserve it!** She signs and puts the box in her hand, ** I apologize for the pain you went through. Please accept it, thinking your mother gifted yo
" So you two decide to stay separately? Is this your decision?" Eunice knows it's not her place to interfere their private and personal matters. But she can't help but feel protective towards her best friend. Just yesterday, her friend was so excited to open a new chapter with love and life. She wants to have kids and have a big family. But it's now a dream. Damien who is waiting for Carol to get in the car, looks at Eunice and gives a polite smile, " The marriage isn't like other normal and average marriage. Both of us needed each other. I am sorry for disappointing. But I promise that I won't turn into a jerk. I don't like punches you know!" Damien grins, " I will take care of her!" Hearing his words, Eunice finds a little comfort and consolation. At least he doesn't look like a scumbag. Yet, she needs to ask something to make sure the incident doesn't repeat. " Will you cheat on her if you find someone else?" Damien pauses momentarily and takes a glance at Carol who is saying
Eunice, The morning sunlight drapes across the living room, casting a golden warmth over the space. Everything feels too still, too peaceful, as if the world itself is oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. James moves around the kitchen with ease, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes like it’s second nature. I watch him, mesmerized by the way he hums under his breath, his presence so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. It should be comforting—this domesticity, this quiet moment between us. But instead, my chest tightens, because I know that soon, everything will change. Since we have returned home, I have been fighting with myself for a decision that I thought was simple a month ago. However, his appearance, me falling in love with him again made that simple decision one of the hardest decisions ever. I haven’t told him yet. “You’re staring,” James teases, his voice smooth, pulling me out of my thoughts. He glances over his shoulder, flashing that boyish grin that u
With a long-suffering sigh, he nods. “Fine. I promise.” Aria beams, hugging him tightly. “Yay! My Julie forever!” Irene smirks, crossing her arms. “We’ll see about that.” Julian groans, rubbing his temples as Aria and Irene continue their tug-of-war over him. He has had enough. “Can you both just stop?!” He snaps finally, his patience finally breaking and wearing off. Especially to Aria who is clinging onto him like a slime. Silence falls. Aria blinks, her grip on his shirt loosening. “J-Julie…?” Her voice is small, uncertain. Julian exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Irene, you always mess with me and now her, and Aria, you act like a spoiled kid whenever I talk to anyone else!” His voice is firm, frustrated. “I can be friends with other people! You don’t own me, Aria!” His sharp cold eyes shudders Aria who looks confused with Julian's cold and indifferent gaze. The room suddenly feels too quiet. Aria’s fingers tremble as she stares at him,
Julian narrows his eyes before walking towards the door, " What's their name!?" He asks. " Julie! You got friends. What about me?" She follows him hugging her plush. " I don't know her name but she is here to play with you!" Julian walks downstairs while Aria skips the staircases one after one. " Why do you have friends? I don't have friends. I want to be friends with your friend!" She keeps whining while running towards Julian. " Hi! Julian!" A girl wearing a beautiful dress shyly waves her hand. " I am here to play." " Irene! Why are you here?" Julian asks, frowning a bit. " To play -!" Julian barely takes two steps forward before Aria latches onto his arm, her plush carrot squeezed against her chest like a battle shield. Her big, round eyes lock onto the girl standing before them, her lips pursed in a deep frown. Irene blinks, then smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is this your little sister, Julian?” Aria gasps dramatically, releasing Julian just to s
Two days ago, Julian told her that he hated her for touching his homework. Now she is yet to get over from that shock. Julian barely stirs under the warmth of his blanket, his face half-buried in his pillow. The room is quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric as he tries to sink deeper into sleep. But Aria stands frozen at his bedside, her tiny fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "He said he hates me…" Her lips tremble, but not from sadness—from determination. She knows Julian better than anyone. He can say all he wants, but the moment she starts crying, he’ll melt like an ice cream cone in the sun. Taking a deep breath, she clenches her plush carrot and prepares for battle. She sniffs. Loudly. A little whimper escapes her lips, followed by another dramatic sniff. Then, with precise control, her lower lip wobbles as she blinks rapidly, allowing fat, glistening tears to pool in her big eyes. Julian shifts slightly under the blanket. She s
The ending of the vacation is coming soon. Throughout the days with James, everything starts feeling like before. His warmth, his flirtatious tease and sometimes stealing glances, it makes her heart more warm. At some point, I have started worrying about the matter of me transferring to Australia. I haven't told him about it. Not yet. I am not ready for this. The farmhouse is quiet, the night settling over us like a warm, comforting blanket. Outside, the crickets sing softly, their rhythmic melody blending with the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. The silver light of the moon streams in through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at my hands, unsure of what to do next. My heart feels like it’s carrying too many emotions all at once—excitement, fear, longing, and something I can’t quite name yet. James is sitting on the small armchair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. The weight of his eyes is almost unbearab
The morning air is crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers as I step out onto the porch. The mountains loom in the distance, their peaks kissed by soft streaks of sunlight. For a moment, I let the tranquility wash over me, the weight in my chest easing ever so slightly. “You ready?” James’s voice startles me, and I turn to see him standing behind me, a lopsided grin on his face and a woven basket in his hand. He’s wearing a loose white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the sunlight makes his hair look almost golden. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply, brushing past him toward the dirt path leading to the fields. We’re harvesting watermelons today. Margaret had asked us last night, her kind eyes twinkling with excitement as she explained that the ripe melons were waiting just beyond the river near the base of the mountain. James falls into step beside me, his strides easy and unhurried. “Do you think you’ll manage to carry a watermelon all the w
And, he tagged along...The hum of the plane’s engine fills the quiet space as I glance out the window, watching the horizon shift from fiery orange to muted pinks and purples. The first-class seat feels too large, yet somehow suffocating. I didn’t even want to be here with him. James, sitting beside me, stretches his legs, his presence filling the space like an anchor I can’t seem to escape. He taps his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, his gaze fixed ahead. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice soft but insistent, like he’s trying to sound casual. I keep my eyes on the clouds. “Fine.” “You’ve been quiet,” he presses. I let out a sigh. “What do you expect me to say, James? You weren’t supposed to be here.” He shifts in his seat to face me. “And yet here I am.” His voice carries that infuriating confidence that used to make me swoon—but now it only grates. I don’t reply, turning my attention back to the window. James doesn’t let the silence linger. “Eunice, I ju
Eunice, The hum of activity fills the office as I sit at my desk, tapping away at my tablet. My messages with James flicker on the screen, a mixture of casual banter and the occasional helpful advice about a recipe. He’s been staying with me for a while now, and honestly, he’s taken over my small apartment like it’s his. Cooking, cleaning, rearranging things—I can’t decide if it’s annoying or a blessing. How did I let him get so comfortable? “Hm? Bed and breakfast? How lucky!” Lea’s teasing tone pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance up just in time to see her leaning over my shoulder, her mischievous grin wide as she peers at my messages. I immediately turn the screen off, rolling my eyes. “Stop staring at other people’s messages! It’s nothing.” Lea smirks, unbothered by my annoyance, and pulls up a chair beside me. “Not ‘other people.’ My dearest colleague. Who, by the way, is leaving us soon. Got a boyfriend who’s tagging along, hmm?” I shake my head, gripping the tablet t
The sun streams through the large bay window of the living room, painting everything in a soft, golden glow. Aria is perched on the floor, her legs folded under her as she busily colors in her sketchbook. Her curly brown hair bounces every time she hums to herself—a random melody she makes up on the spot. Julian, sitting cross-legged a few feet away, is flipping through a book about dinosaurs, though his focus wavers. Aria’s humming is getting louder. He glances up from his book, arching an eyebrow. “Aria, what are you so happy about?” he finally asks, setting the book down on the coffee table. “You’ll never guess what!” she declares, her brown eyes wide with excitement. Julian raises an eyebrow, setting his book aside. “You found a unicorn in the backyard?” “No!” she giggles, shaking her head. “You finally learned how to fly?” he guesses again, his tone teasing. “Ugh! You are a bully, Julian!” She pouts, crossing her arms in mock annoyance. Julian smirks. “Okay, fine.