/THE PAST- SIX YEARS AND NINE MONTHS PRIOR/{~~Avery Sterling~~}Sometimes, there's nothing you can change about the past. No matter how much you wish you could, it remains the same, etched in the annals of time. This year marks the end of an era for me. The end of high school, the end of a chapter filled with bittersweet memories, and the end of my last moments in this school. As I stand on the precipice of a new beginning, there is one more thing I feel like I have to do before I leave for college.College. The word feels like a promise and a breath of fresh air. It's an escape, a beacon of hope, a chance to start anew. I am going to college to be a Green 400 level nurse, to help others and to build a life far removed from the toxic environment of my terrible family. The thought of leaving them behind brings a surge of relief and a touch of apprehension. But most of all, it fills me with an overwhelming sense of freedom. No more being stuck in Ava’s shadow. No more pain and having t
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up to a very strange dream or I guess that’s incorrect. It wasn’t a dream, it was a recollection of a past event. The letters. Goodness, I'd been so young when I wrote the,. So heartbroken and so in love with a boy who didn't know I existed. I never had the guts to send it to him. He was my sister boyfriend for goodness sakes, I was not a fluzzie or delusional. I didn’t believe he could love me back. He was too into her sending that letter might have ruined my chances of leaving. And my parents would have hated themselves has word of what I wrote in their letters got out. I hope they just threw everything out of my room after I left.Surely, what else could they have done with it?The side of the bed where Logan slept was empty, and the sun was barely out, which meant I had to get some coffee in me and get ready for work while also searching for my husband. I headed down to the kitchen and was stunned to find Logan seated around the kitchen counter with a s
{~~Logan Grey~~}My ideas sometimes lead me to a brand new discovery. Take today for example.When I woke up this morning, I was set on burning all of Ava's letters until I found one that Avery and I had missed. Well, I found four. I opened two of them because they looked older than the others, and they had my name and Ava's name on them. Young Avery had poured her soul out in this letter, but she never sent it, and her sister never gave it to me. Because why would she? Why would Ava do anything for anyone but herself. She likely felt like that letter could snap me out of it.That’s what Avery doesn’t get. Ava wouldn’t have hidden it unless it benefits her. Which means she thought that letter would snap me out of the fog, it would have put a crack into the lies she told me. I was so dumb.Goodness. I'd been so obsessed with her music- having no idea it was her, obsessed with Ava, that I didn't notice all that was happening around me. And now, as I'm sitting in the living room on the l
{~~Avery Sterling~~}We were working from home this afternoon, given that Logan and I had both signed up for the night shift so the team could monitor and conduct our first test on the LDS patient. I hadn’t realized that until we went upstairs to take a bath and to get everything I needed to go to work. Checked in with a fellow nurse and she informed me that we were signed in for the night shift.I changed my clothes during the time logan went out to make his call, because clothes aren’t clothes. What I wear to work, I cannot wear to just lounge around and do nothing.Now back to work, and the grumpy bastard of a patient.His name is Martin Miller- yes yes, I finally learned his name. I am such a great nurse. Learning my patient’s name two, three days after he was brought in. Currently Logan was busy working on the first method we would use in testing him, while I finalized some paperwork and made sure all our protocols were in place. Our equipment was arriving tomorrow night, and we
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I got up from my seat, stretching my bones that had been in one position for far too long. The tension in my back and neck released with a satisfying series of pops, and I let out a small sigh of relief. It was time for a break, and more importantly, it was time to make some lunch for Logan and me. The thought of preparing a meal together brought a smile to my face. There was something incredibly intimate and grounding about cooking with someone you care about. I’m like a queen of romance. I mean I do want him to fall in love with me. Hopelessly.As I headed to the kitchen, I was pleasantly surprised to hear the soft click of Logan closing his laptop. He rose from his seat and joined me, a playful glint in his eyes. It made me blush, feeling like my heart rate was about to spike up."Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe with a casual, yet inviting, demeanor. His bare muscular arms wrapped above his firm pecs."Absolutely," I replied with a grin,
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I shared a steamy shower... sue me, i don’t care. And changed into our scrubs.We headed to the hospital for the first testing, our hearts full of anticipation and determination. The lab looked quite empty right now, but tomorrow it would be amazing. We weren't spending a dime of the donated money on ourselves; everything was going into this crucial project.As we entered the lab, I felt a surge of pride and excitement. The equipment had been set up meticulously, ready for the groundbreaking work we were about to undertake. This isn’t the new equipments though. These are just some of the equpments we could get our hands on to start the testing. Logan immediately began explaining his plans to the others, his voice steady and authoritative. He outlined the procedures, the safety protocols, and the goals for tonight’s testing. The team listened intently, their faces a mix of hope and resolve.I excused myself from the group, feeling a tug of responsibility
{~~Logan Grey~~}The first testing was about to begin, and I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. The lab, now a hive of activity, was a testament to the countless hours of preparation and planning that had brought us to this moment. Every piece of equipment, every test tube and microscope, was ready to be put to use in our quest to find a cure for Lycanthropic Decay Syndrome (LDS).Martin Miller, our patient, lay on the bed in the observation room, his body weak and his eyes half-closed. He was barely awake, but we were committed to keeping him as comfortable as possible, ensuring he was fed and hydrated throughout the process. The one-way glass allowed us to monitor him without causing any additional stress, giving us a clear view of his condition. After the rage, the violence, the victims of the LDS are left with pain, hollow feeling and wishes of death.I took a deep breath and glanced at Avery, who was by my side, her face set with determination. Together, we had put everyt
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I slept for a while on Logan's chest, the most comfortable place in the world. His steady heartbeat was my lullaby, and the warmth of his embrace was my cocoon. I was in a deep, dreamless sleep, cocooned in his arms, completely oblivious to the world outside. Hours seemed to pass by in mere minutes, and I only woke up when the rain began to slow down and he gently nudged me awake.It felt like we had been there for ages, wrapped up in each other’s warmth while the storm raged outside. A simple check to my phone... my phone! Where was my phone? Panic surged through me as I frantically patted my pockets and rummaged through my bag. "Crap, Logan, we have to go back to the hospital. I can't find my phone."He glanced at me with a calm demeanor that I envied. "It's in your bag. I saw you place it in."I mouthed an "O," feeling sheepish. I hadn't expected that. Sighing with relief, I thanked him, grateful for his attention to detail. I just wanted to sleep, to sink back
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since we’re the only ones here. I’ll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Logan’s parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. We’ll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. It’s one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess that’s what happens when you go with the flow and don’t plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. She’s spending the week with my parents—her grandparents—which feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.We’re an odd pair to most people, and I know some didn’t expect us to last, but we’ve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, we’ve settled into this rhythm that’s become second nature. It’s a good rhythm, one that’s brought us closer, and made us stronger. It’s funny—when you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? It’s supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, it’s the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldn’t even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought they’d come true.And marrying Logan Grey—that’s a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything I’ve been through, I just didn’t have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and I’m fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didn’t even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and he’d come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They don’t stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and he’s fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of life—so fragile, yet resilient—was resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. We’d return tomorrow, once we were sure they’d had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldn’t know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didn’t speak much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything that’s been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor before—not like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.I’d seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. It’s why i wished I’d been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya