28 - Apollo Castiello"I won’t let anything happen to you."“Death congratulates you”It was a new year, but to me, it felt like the clock had stopped. Nothing was new. The countdown, the sparks in the sky, the promises of renewal... everything seemed empty, like a rerun of a movie where the ending never changes. I found myself surrounded by the same faces, the same challenges, the same uncomfortable silences echoing inside me. And yet, the world around me continued to see me as someone fulfilled, a successful man, as if all the pieces of my puzzle were in place.Everything remained exactly the same, and in a way, I knew nothing would change. Not while I remained trapped in the same version of myself, unable to break the invisible chains holding me back. On the outside, I appeared to be at peace, accepting the life I had. After all, why should I complain? Anyone in my position would give anything to live what I lived. I was a recognized actor, someone whose performances moved crowds.
29 - Apollo CastielloYou're a weakling. You have no value. And I won’t let you ruin other people’s lives the way you tried to ruin mine.— The Best of MeThe door opened slowly, creaking a little, as if even the house's structure hesitated to welcome me. I forced a smile, one of those I use when I know it's necessary, but with no real emotion behind it."Ah, Apollo Castiello!" The lively voice of Bradley’s housekeeper echoed through the hall.She seemed genuinely surprised, but she clearly recognized me from previous encounters. Her eyes sparkled, perhaps out of loyalty or just respect for my name."Duart, right?" I greeted her, extending my hand in a friendly manner. “Can I come in? I need to talk to Bradley, maybe because I’m returning to the series.” The lie slid off my lips with the smoothness of someone who’s told many before. My smile, however, kept its façade."Oh, that’s great news!" Duart exclaimed, without the slightest suspicion of my true intentions. She stepped aside, in
1 - Mia Lauren HudsonI'm afraid of everything. I'm afraid of what I saw, of what I did, of who I am. More than anything, I'm afraid to leave this room and never again in my whole life, feel what I feel when I'm with you.- Dirty DancingI was sitting in front of my bedroom window, admiring the white snow that accumulated across the road and around our house. The cold made me shiver and hide my face with a thin sheet, the only thing covering me at that moment. A snoring sound made me turn my head and admire the man sprawled across the mattress. I smiled to myself and sighed deeply as I turned my gaze back to the snow, which was now falling gently.I had been married to Bradley Hudson for two years. I loved him. Even knowing that he didn't love me as much in return. But I understood that he had a demanding job, understood his stress, understood why he didn't show affection for me, and how our time together always ended in fights. I frowned at the change in my thoughts. It almost always
2 - Apollo CastielloSome pains are impossible to ignore.- Basic Instinct 2The snow beneath my feet caused me to take short steps. The early afternoon covered in ice and cold made me turn back home again.I had gone out to meet my friends, but halfway there, I simply gave up. I always did that. I didn't like going out much because I knew that once I got close to them, no topic of conversation would involve me, and I'd feel excluded. And I didn't care about going out on weekends. Lately, I didn't care about anything.My boots were covered in ice by the time I reached my front door. I stomped my feet on the doormat and went inside. The small, well-ventilated house was silent. A nearly destructive silence. The silence that had settled in a month ago, when my mother decided to leave. When my mother abandoned my father and me, making us lonely and almost strangers within our own home. I took off the gloves and cap that had been protecting me from the cold outside. Thanks to the heater, I
3 - Mia Lauren HudsonThere is a time for daring and a time for caution, and a wise man knows which is called for.- Dead Poets SocietyI was vigorously and repeatedly rehearsing what I would say to my husband."Hi, Bradley, can I go out today? I need to go to a meeting with a rival film agency."No, of course not. I couldn’t say that. To be honest, nothing I managed to say would sound good to his ears, and I knew that in this case, I would hear things that would hurt me.Damn it! It was almost three in the afternoon, and I was ready, staring at myself in the mirror. My shiny, full, wavy blonde hair fell around my shoulders and bust. I had thought so many times about cutting it, coloring it, but Bradley never allowed it. He said it was unacceptable for a woman, especially for his wife who bore his name. A forced smile crossed my lips as I returned to admire my reflection in the mirror. I wore a large winter coat over a warm pink blouse and jeans. And after much discussion, Bradley all
4 - Apollo CastielloEverything happens for a reason.- LostI was watching the movie my father starred in thirty years ago, studying its details on the screen and trying to mimic them for the upcoming days. I saw him as a source of inspiration.Eros Castiello was an actor of great relevance in the 80s and 90s, having a brilliant career until he decided to stop when he met my mother, and I was born. I vaguely remember my mother telling him he didn't need to abandon his career, that she understood every part of his work, but my father wanted to be fair, and he was. He abandoned his career, his dream, and the work he loved to be a father to me. So I could have a normal childhood, with normal parents.But now, with a clear mind, I wanted to continue his dream. The dream he stopped for me. The dream I seemed to share the same emotions and sensations for. I wanted to show my old man that it was worth it, to show him that his life still had a purpose. I was doing this for him; after all, he
5 - Mia Lauren HudsonBut if you have someone who will be there for you, someone you can count on, you'll be okay. Do you have someone like that?- How I Met Your MotherKayla and I were sitting in a café near NewScene. I was swallowing hot coffee to try to ease the cold feeling in my gut. I wasn't sure if it was because of the snow outside or the decision I had to make in a few hours.I was both euphoric and regretful. I knew I shouldn't be there, shouldn't be disobeying Bradley, and I had never confronted him before. It made me wonder which version of him I would face when I returned. Of all the versions my husband had, none were understanding or kind—he was just... Bradley."What are you thinking about?" My friend's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I just shook my head, denying that it was anything.Kayla was the only person I had left and trusted completely, but she hated my husband, and I knew that talking about him at that moment wouldn't help either of us. But my friend knew
Do you believe in love at first sight? No, I bet you don't. You must be too sensitive for that. Or have you ever seen someone and knew that if that person really knew you, they would, of course, get rid of the perfect model they were with and realize that you were the person they wanted to grow old with? Have you ever fallen in love with someone you've never talked to?- While You Were SleepingMy hands were cold and I felt that at any moment I would have a stroke as I watched the entrance to New Scene. The tall, golden letters were covered with tiny snowflakes, glowing softly in the dim afternoon light. The glass door, in contrast with the dark and imposing walls, looked like a portal to a new world. The cold of the snow didn't help calm my nerves, but served as a reminder of the hard and beautiful reality that awaited me.In that moment, a welcoming fear filled my heart. It wasn't a fear of them perhaps not liking my demeanor, but that good fear of feeling that the door to my dream