Elodie stood before Williams, her white wedding dress gleaming in the soft afternoon light. She could barely breathe, every fiber of her being screaming for her to stop, to choose him. But she forced herself to stay rooted, her decision set like a stone wall between them.
“Please,” Williams said, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. His desperation was palpable, his words heavy with anguish. “Don’t do this. Don’t marry him. I love you, Elodie. You’re my life.....how am I supposed to live without you?” Her chest tightened painfully, her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was trying to escape. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to hold herself together. One more minute. Just one more minute, and she’d be free of this moment, free of the pain in his voice that was breaking her apart piece by piece. His hands reached out, trembling as they gripped her arms. “Say something,” he pleaded. His voice was raw, filled with a desperation she’d never heard before. “We had everything planned. Our life, our future....you said yes to me. You said you loved me. How can you throw it all away? How can you throw us away?” The crack in his voice shattered something inside her. For a moment, she wanted to collapse into his arms, to let him take her away from the suffocating reality she’d chosen. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t be selfish. He dropped to one knee suddenly, his hands grasping hers tightly. “Please,” he said, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. “Whatever it is.....whatever’s wrong....we’ll fix it, together. Don’t do this, Elodie. Don’t leave me. For you, I can do anything. Just tell me what you need.” Her throat burned as she swallowed the scream clawing to escape. She had to end this now before her resolve cracked. She yanked her hands out of his grasp, stepping back as if his touch burned her. Her lips curled into a sneer that she hoped looked convincing. “You don’t get it, do you?” she said, her voice sharp and cold, a blade slicing through the space between them. “This is over. I’ve made my choice.” He stared at her, his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. His lips parted as if to argue, but no sound came out. She knew she had to drive the point home before he could recover. Sliding the engagement ring off her finger, she held it for just a second too long, the weight of it unbearable. She hurled it at his feet, the tiny band clinking against the ground with a finality that felt like a death knell. “Take your stupid ring,” she spat. “And don’t ever come near me again.” For a moment, all he did was stare at her, his eyes wide with hurt. Then his gaze fell to the ring lying discarded on the ground, the symbol of everything they’d built, now meaningless. His shoulders slumped, and when he looked back at her, his face was a mask of betrayal and heartbreak. “Why?” he asked softly, the word barely audible. "Are you leaving me to marry Bryce Tanner because he is a very rich man and I am not? Or am I suddenly not good enough because you are an heiress with a lot of money? Tell me, Elodie. I want to know." At this point, Bryce appeared in his wedding suit, his eyes taking in the scene before him as he asked Elodie, "What's going on here, baby?" Elodie decided to seize the opportunity, so Williams would be convinced. She clasped Bryce's hand with hers and said to Williams, "Isn't it obvious? Bryce is a million times the man you could never be. Yes, he can give me everything I want. He is very rich, and he is a real man as opposed to you, a pathetic, poor nobody who can never be anything more. What can you give me, Williams? A miserable life? I deserve better. I deserve someone I won't be ashamed of, someone I can proudly show off to the world, someone who fits my class and is not a burden to me." "Go ahead, baby, I'll be with you shortly," She told Bryce who kissed her cheek before walking away. Williams balled his fists and without another word, got up, turned and began to walk away. His steps were slow, heavy, as if each one required all his strength. He didn’t look back, and with every step, the air between them grew colder, more final. The moment he disappeared from view, Elodie’s knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground. Her trembling hands reached for the ring where it lay, catching the faint glint of light. Clutching it tightly, she pressed it to her lips as tears poured down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words breaking apart as sobs wracked her body. “I’m so sorry, Williams.”Elodie changed into her regular clothes after finishing her long shift at the diner. Her legs ached from standing all day, and exhaustion weighed heavily on her. But she had no time to rest. Her rent was overdue by two months, and her landlord had given her only twenty-four hours to pay up or face eviction. No matter how tired she was, she had to head to her third job. When she got home, she let out a deep sigh, the familiar warmth of her small apartment offering little comfort. It was quiet, a stark contrast to the noise and chaos of her life. After a quick shower, she sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her phone. Her body begged for sleep, but her mind wouldn’t let her relax. Tonight was going to be hard, and she knew it. The sudden ring of her phone startled her. She picked up quickly, recognizing her boss’s impatient voice. “Why aren’t you here yet?” he barked. “Good evening, sir,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m on my way to the festival.
EARLIER IN THE DAY “I love you, Williams.” “You are my soulmate.” “Take your stupid ring. And don’t ever come near me again.” _______ Williams’ eyes shot open, his heart racing as fragments of the dream lingered in his mind. He sat up, his breaths heavy, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Reaching for his wallet on the nightstand, he pulled out a small, worn photo tucked inside. His fingers traced the edges, the image a cruel reminder of a past he couldn’t escape. His grip tightened as his emotions surged. He stared at the picture, bitterness welling up in his chest. “Why are you still in my dreams, Elodie?” he muttered through clenched teeth. In a sudden burst of frustration, he tore the photo into tiny pieces, letting them scatter onto the floor. It had been over two years since she walked out of his life, yet the pain felt fresh, as if no time had passed. Her betrayal, her cutting words...they haunted him. No matter how hard he tried to bury the memories, they al
"Why did the mascot run away?" Mandy, the girl with Williams asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Her wide eyes darted between the crowd and the retreating figure. Williams frowned, his sharp gaze following where the mascot had disappeared. He didn’t usually concern himself with trivial matters, yet something felt off. The image of the clumsy mascot colliding with the cake lingered in his mind, and an inexplicable pull urged him to investigate why. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, a ripple of gossip spreading through the air. Meanwhile, the man holding the ruined cake turned on the mascot, his face red with anger. Elodie stood frozen, her heart pounding like a drum. Her vision was obscured by the frosting smeared across the mascot head. Trapped and humiliated, she realized there was only one way out. With trembling hands, she slowly lifted the oversized head, revealing her flushed, tear-streaked face. “I-I’m so sorry,” she began, her voice trembling as she faced the furi
“I’ve never seen this person before.” Elodie smiled bitterly as Williams' words replayed over and over in her head. "You deserved that and more, Elodie," she told herself. As she made her way home, she recalled how she was misdiagnosed of cancer three years ago and told that she had less than a year to live. She remembered how hard she fought to get a divorce from Bryce, and the betrayal of her uncle, Greg Richards, which left her cheated and without a penny. Life had become much harder since then. Now, she scraped by, living paycheck to paycheck, her once grand aspirations replaced by the desperate need to survive. "None of this compares to the pain I caused Williams," she told herself. "It's a good thing he's found someone who makes his happy." When she finally reached her tiny apartment, she collapsed onto the sagging bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. Memories came rushing back—the laughter she and Williams had shared, his earnest dreams. Now, someone else had resto
In a split second, the soft expression on Williams' face was gone, replaced by the same cold distance he had shown Elodie earlier. Gathering all the strength she could muster, Elodie mumbled a "thank you." Afterward, she got up and quietly walked out of the room. She staggered into the hallway outside the storeroom, her body trembling and her thoughts a chaotic mess. The dim lighting made her feel even more vulnerable. Her uniform clung to her damp skin from the sweat of fear, and her breaths came in shallow gasps. She glanced back briefly and saw Williams. His tall, commanding figure loomed in the doorway, watching her. She wanted to thank him properly, to say something more, but the words stuck in her throat. “I should go,” she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to him. “Elodie,” his deep voice stopped her in her tracks. She froze, gripping the wall for support as she turned halfway to look at him. His face was unreadable, his eyes shadowed by the low light, b
Elodie’s body trembled as Williams pulled away from her, her weight pressing into him like a burden he wasn’t sure he could bear. Her skin was clammy, her breaths shallow. He hesitated, his jaw clenched, his heart waging war with itself. She murmured his name softly, her voice a frail thread that pulled at the edges of his resolve. “Don’t,” he whispered under his breath, his tone both pleading and commanding. But when her fingers weakly touched the skin of his shirt, something inside him broke. Against his better judgment, he leaned closer. His lips brushed her forehead, hesitant, as if testing the limits of his restraint. Then, in a moment of weakness, he gave in. His mouth found hers, and for a fleeting moment, the world dissolved into the warmth of their shared breath. The kiss deepened as he kissed her passionately before he abruptly pulled away, breathing heavily as though surfacing from deep waters. His hand pressed against her face, cradling it for a moment before he shoo
Morning sunlight seeped through the thin hospital curtains, casting a faint glow on the pale walls. Elodie's eyes fluttered open, and the sterile scent of antiseptics greeted her senses. For a moment, she stared blankly at the ceiling, disoriented. Then, the events of the previous night rushed back like a tidal wave. Her heart sank as fragmented images surfaced: her trembling fingers clutching Williams’ shirt, his hesitant touch, and the kiss—oh, the kiss. She pressed her palms against her face, her cheeks burning with shame. “Why did I do that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What was I thinking going into his room?” Sliding off the bed, her legs wobbled as she stood. Her hospital gown felt like a weight of embarrassment draped over her. She glanced around, searching for her clothes. Her only thought was to leave the hospital, in case Williams returned. The idea of facing him after last night was unbearable. She found her clothes folded neatly on a chair. She changed qui
Morning sunlight seeped through the thin hospital curtains, casting a faint glow on the pale walls. Elodie's eyes fluttered open, and the sterile scent of antiseptics greeted her senses. For a moment, she stared blankly at the ceiling, disoriented. Then, the events of the previous night rushed back like a tidal wave. Her heart sank as fragmented images surfaced: her trembling fingers clutching Williams’ shirt, his hesitant touch, and the kiss—oh, the kiss. She pressed her palms against her face, her cheeks burning with shame. “Why did I do that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What was I thinking going into his room?” Sliding off the bed, her legs wobbled as she stood. Her hospital gown felt like a weight of embarrassment draped over her. She glanced around, searching for her clothes. Her only thought was to leave the hospital, in case Williams returned. The idea of facing him after last night was unbearable. She found her clothes folded neatly on a chair. She changed qui
Elodie’s body trembled as Williams pulled away from her, her weight pressing into him like a burden he wasn’t sure he could bear. Her skin was clammy, her breaths shallow. He hesitated, his jaw clenched, his heart waging war with itself. She murmured his name softly, her voice a frail thread that pulled at the edges of his resolve. “Don’t,” he whispered under his breath, his tone both pleading and commanding. But when her fingers weakly touched the skin of his shirt, something inside him broke. Against his better judgment, he leaned closer. His lips brushed her forehead, hesitant, as if testing the limits of his restraint. Then, in a moment of weakness, he gave in. His mouth found hers, and for a fleeting moment, the world dissolved into the warmth of their shared breath. The kiss deepened as he kissed her passionately before he abruptly pulled away, breathing heavily as though surfacing from deep waters. His hand pressed against her face, cradling it for a moment before he shoo
In a split second, the soft expression on Williams' face was gone, replaced by the same cold distance he had shown Elodie earlier. Gathering all the strength she could muster, Elodie mumbled a "thank you." Afterward, she got up and quietly walked out of the room. She staggered into the hallway outside the storeroom, her body trembling and her thoughts a chaotic mess. The dim lighting made her feel even more vulnerable. Her uniform clung to her damp skin from the sweat of fear, and her breaths came in shallow gasps. She glanced back briefly and saw Williams. His tall, commanding figure loomed in the doorway, watching her. She wanted to thank him properly, to say something more, but the words stuck in her throat. “I should go,” she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to him. “Elodie,” his deep voice stopped her in her tracks. She froze, gripping the wall for support as she turned halfway to look at him. His face was unreadable, his eyes shadowed by the low light, b
“I’ve never seen this person before.” Elodie smiled bitterly as Williams' words replayed over and over in her head. "You deserved that and more, Elodie," she told herself. As she made her way home, she recalled how she was misdiagnosed of cancer three years ago and told that she had less than a year to live. She remembered how hard she fought to get a divorce from Bryce, and the betrayal of her uncle, Greg Richards, which left her cheated and without a penny. Life had become much harder since then. Now, she scraped by, living paycheck to paycheck, her once grand aspirations replaced by the desperate need to survive. "None of this compares to the pain I caused Williams," she told herself. "It's a good thing he's found someone who makes his happy." When she finally reached her tiny apartment, she collapsed onto the sagging bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. Memories came rushing back—the laughter she and Williams had shared, his earnest dreams. Now, someone else had resto
"Why did the mascot run away?" Mandy, the girl with Williams asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Her wide eyes darted between the crowd and the retreating figure. Williams frowned, his sharp gaze following where the mascot had disappeared. He didn’t usually concern himself with trivial matters, yet something felt off. The image of the clumsy mascot colliding with the cake lingered in his mind, and an inexplicable pull urged him to investigate why. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, a ripple of gossip spreading through the air. Meanwhile, the man holding the ruined cake turned on the mascot, his face red with anger. Elodie stood frozen, her heart pounding like a drum. Her vision was obscured by the frosting smeared across the mascot head. Trapped and humiliated, she realized there was only one way out. With trembling hands, she slowly lifted the oversized head, revealing her flushed, tear-streaked face. “I-I’m so sorry,” she began, her voice trembling as she faced the furi
EARLIER IN THE DAY “I love you, Williams.” “You are my soulmate.” “Take your stupid ring. And don’t ever come near me again.” _______ Williams’ eyes shot open, his heart racing as fragments of the dream lingered in his mind. He sat up, his breaths heavy, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Reaching for his wallet on the nightstand, he pulled out a small, worn photo tucked inside. His fingers traced the edges, the image a cruel reminder of a past he couldn’t escape. His grip tightened as his emotions surged. He stared at the picture, bitterness welling up in his chest. “Why are you still in my dreams, Elodie?” he muttered through clenched teeth. In a sudden burst of frustration, he tore the photo into tiny pieces, letting them scatter onto the floor. It had been over two years since she walked out of his life, yet the pain felt fresh, as if no time had passed. Her betrayal, her cutting words...they haunted him. No matter how hard he tried to bury the memories, they al
Elodie changed into her regular clothes after finishing her long shift at the diner. Her legs ached from standing all day, and exhaustion weighed heavily on her. But she had no time to rest. Her rent was overdue by two months, and her landlord had given her only twenty-four hours to pay up or face eviction. No matter how tired she was, she had to head to her third job. When she got home, she let out a deep sigh, the familiar warmth of her small apartment offering little comfort. It was quiet, a stark contrast to the noise and chaos of her life. After a quick shower, she sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her phone. Her body begged for sleep, but her mind wouldn’t let her relax. Tonight was going to be hard, and she knew it. The sudden ring of her phone startled her. She picked up quickly, recognizing her boss’s impatient voice. “Why aren’t you here yet?” he barked. “Good evening, sir,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m on my way to the festival.
Elodie stood before Williams, her white wedding dress gleaming in the soft afternoon light. She could barely breathe, every fiber of her being screaming for her to stop, to choose him. But she forced herself to stay rooted, her decision set like a stone wall between them. “Please,” Williams said, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. His desperation was palpable, his words heavy with anguish. “Don’t do this. Don’t marry him. I love you, Elodie. You’re my life.....how am I supposed to live without you?” Her chest tightened painfully, her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was trying to escape. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to hold herself together. One more minute. Just one more minute, and she’d be free of this moment, free of the pain in his voice that was breaking her apart piece by piece. His hands reached out, trembling as they gripped her arms. “Say something,” he pleaded. His voice was raw, filled with a desperation she’d n