"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 furious man. But before she could say more, a familiar voice cut through the commotion from behind her. “Are you okay?” Williams asked, his tone surprisingly soft. Her heart stopped, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected him to follow her. Panic surged through her veins, and without a second thought, she tried to flee. Her steps were clumsy, her vision blurred by tears. She barely registered the slick frosting beneath her feet before it was too late. Her foot slipped, and she felt herself falling, the world tilting in slow motion. She braced herself for the cold, hard floor. But instead of hitting the ground, she landed in strong arms. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, the one she had gifted him so long ago. It was bittersweet, a memory of a time when they were inseparable. She opened her eyes, her breath hitching as she found herself face-to-face with Williams. For a brief moment, their eyes locked. His gaze was unreadable, filled with emotions she couldn’t name—shock, anger, something deeper that flickered and vanished too quickly to grasp. Her heart ached as she realized just how much she had missed those eyes, even as they bore into her with a mix of disdain and indifference. Then, without warning, he let her go. His hands released her as if her touch burned, and she fell to the ground with a thud. The pain that shot through her back was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the agony in her chest. Tears filled her eyes, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself cry in front of him. “Oh no!” Mandy’s voice broke the tension as she rushed to Elodie’s side, kneeling down to help her up. “She slipped out of your hands!” Mandy said, looking at Williams in disbelief. But Williams had already stepped back, his face a mask of cold detachment, his gaze avoiding Elodie as if she were nothing more than a nuisance. Elodie accepted Mandy’s help, her body protesting every movement. She stood shakily, her clothes smeared with frosting, her hair a wild mess. The humiliation was almost unbearable. “Are you okay?” Mandy asked, her voice kind, her hand lingering on Elodie’s arm. Elodie nodded, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, their curious eyes darting between her and Mandy. “They look like twins.” “It’s uncanny.” “Same face, same eyes... Is this some kind of drama?” The murmurs reached Mandy, and her eyes widened as she finally noticed the striking resemblance between herself and Elodie. Her gaze flicked back and forth, confusion evident on her face. “We... we look alike,” she murmured. But Elodie wasn’t listening. Her focus was on Williams. She searched his face for any sign of the man she used to know, for a flicker of recognition. What she found instead was a cold, hardened stare. His eyes, once filled with love and laughter, now glinted with disdain. He looked at her as though she were a stranger, someone unworthy of his time. Sensing the tension, Mandy hesitated before asking, “Do you two know each other?” Williams’s response was sharp, his tone cutting. “I’ve never seen this person before.” Without sparing her another glance, Williams took Mandy’s hand and turned away, leading her through the crowd. Elodie watched them go, ignoring the whispers of the crowd, cutting into her like tiny blades.“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
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
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
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