I’m sitting in a designated room at the wedding reception, away from the lively celebrations. The room is dimly lit, with a warm, golden glow emanating from the antique chandeliers. In the center of the room, a single swing hangs from the ceiling, covered with delicate flowers that match the decor of the ceremony. I sit on the swing, gently swaying back and forth, lost in thought.The door creaks open, and I look up to see Kane walk in. His eyes immediately find mine, a
My heart is beating fast. I can't stop s,ilig from the joy I'm feeling right now. Shalom and I are coming home together with our hands intertwined as we step into our house. It feels good to bring her home with me. The last few weeks have been terrible. IThe wedding reception's festive energy still lingers in the air, blending with the quiet intimacy of our private world. The dim glowing light of the stars filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls. They are so bright tonight like they are welcoming us home.When we get to our bedroom, we change into comfortable clothes, shedding the formal attire we had on for the evening. Shalom slips into a soft, on of my t-shirts, while I wear a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. We move with a familiar ease, the silence between us speaking volumes.I want to skip this part and move on to making love to her. I want to be closer to her but I don't want to rush her. I want her to come to me.
In Olive's World We're on the outside looking in. We have a unedited view into her thoughts and deepest feelings. In this world she can't hide behind her looks and sharp tongue. Maybe we can understand her. Maybe not!You decide! Olive is sitting in her apartment alone, the silence almost deafening. She can't stop thinking about how everything went wrong."I had to do it," Olive mutters to herself, pacing back and forth in her small living room. She still can't believe Kane left without looking back.She picks up her phone, scrolling through old photos of her and Kane, stopping at one where they're laughing, arms wrapped around each other. Her heart aches, and she tosses the phone onto the couch, not wanting to feel the pain."Maybe I shouldn't have gone that far," she whispers, sitting down and hugging her knees to her chest. She glances at her phone, contemplating whether to call Kane or not. But she knows it won't make a difference.Her mind drifts to Shalom. "What does she ha
I wake up before Shalom the next morning, the first light of dawn glowing through the window. I lie still for a moment, just watching her sleep. Her face is serene, a slight smile on her lips as if she's having good dream. I can't help but reach out, touching her face softly, tracing the curve of her cheek with my fingertips without waking her.The memory of last night lingers, and fills me with a sense of joy I haven't felt this way in weeks. I brush a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at how peaceful she looks. It's moments like these that make everything worth it, the struggles, the heartache—they all fade away in the presence of this simple, beautiful moment.I shift slightly, careful not to wake her, and continue to watch her sleep. Her breathing is steady and calm, and I can feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against my side. The rhythm soothes me, and grouns me in the reality that she's here, with me, where she belongs.My thoughts drift back to the wed
I stir awake, blinking sleepily the scent of coffee and pancakes fills the air. I sit up, stretching, and for a moment, a soft smile touches me lips as shei remembers the warmth of Kane beside me."Good morning, sleepyhead," Kane greets me with a grin as he places a plate of pancakes on the table. "I made your favorite"I smile, my eyes brightening. "You spoil me," I say, sliding into the chair. "Thank you, Kane."He pours me a cup of coffee, watching me as I take my first sip. "I thought we could spend the day together. Maybe take Rene to the zoo. What do you think?"My smile widens at the mention of our daughter. "I think that sounds perfect," I reply, reaching for Kane's hand across the table. "I love the idea of a family day."As we eat breakfast, our conversation is light and filled with laughter. I find himself marveling at how easy it is to talk to him how natural it feels to plan our day together. There's a sense of normalcy that I cherishes, a reminder that we are building som
I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's her. My heart pounds as I duck behind a rack of summer dresses, and my breath catches in my throat. I peek through the fabric, watching Shalom browse the store with her baby. The scene stirs a whirlwind of emotions in me—a mix of anger, jealousy, and a tinge of curiosity.Shalom moves gracefully, her attention focused on the baby in a stroller. I can see the soft coos and the gentle way Shalom interacts with her baby, a smile across her lips. I feel my heart break at the sight. I want to get closer, to see the baby, and to understand what has changed in Kane's life since he broke up with me.My mind races with thoughts. Why did he choose Shalom? What did she have that I didn’t? I need answers, and this might be my only chance to find them.Taking a deep breath, I straighten up, trying to appear nonchalant as I step out from behind the rack. I pick up a dress and pretend to examine it, all the while inching closer to Shalom.Shalom seems oblivious
Sitting in my car, the world around me blurs as tears fill my eyes. My chest tightens, and I struggle to catch my breath. The image of Shalom with her baby is burned into my mind, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost. Panic grips me, making it hard to think, hard to breathe.I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. "In and out," I whisper to myself, focusing on my breathing. "In and out." Slowly, the panic begins to recede, but the pain remains, a dull ache in my chest.I lean back in my seat, staring at the ceiling. How did it come to this? How did I end up here, alone and broken? Kane was everything to me, and now he’s gone, living a life I can only dream of. I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could erase the last few minutes from my memory.But the truth is, I needed to see it. I needed to see that Kane has moved on, that he’s happy. Maybe now I can start to heal, to find a way to move forward without him.With a shaky breath, I open my eyes and wipe away the tears. I need to get ou
Today is my first solo surgery. I can't believe it but I can because I worked harder than most people and I'm not surprised I've progressed so quickly in the program.It's both exciting and nerve wrecking blend as I prepare for my first solo surgery. It's a simple procedure—a lumbar discectomy—but the significance of it being my first is huge.Dr. Hunter's words from that first day echo in my mind as I scrub in: "This program is designed to challenge you and expand your capabilities." I’ve spent countless hours observing, assisting, and honing my skills under the watchful eyes of the attendings. Today, it’s my turn.I walk into the OR, the sterile environment buzzing with the quiet efficiency of the surgical team. Dr. Malik, who has been an incredible mentor, gives me a reassuring nod from across the room. “Ready, Dr.?” He smiles at me and I exhale slowly.“Ready,” I reply, my voice steady despite the