The room was cold and utterly silent, cloaked in a thick, endless darkness that seemed to swallow sound itself. A small boy sat on the hard floor, his back pressed against the unyielding door, fists clenched and eyes wide with fear. He had pounded on that door, over and over, until his small hands throbbed, his knuckles raw and bruised. Every desperate knock echoed back, empty and unanswered. And as his strength waned, so did the knocks — at first loud, desperate slams, but now, weak, faint taps, barely audible, as though he was fading along with the sound.He didn’t know how long he had been here. The hours twisted into each other, stretching endlessly until he lost any sense of time. His stomach growled, the ache growing sharper, more painful, each minute as he tried to swallow down the thirst that scraped his throat dry. But worse than hunger, worse than thirst, was the creeping dread that seeped into his bones, the feeling of being forgotten, abandoned, and left alone in the dark.
The accident took a toll on me but most of all leaving behind all alone is worse because your soulmate thought of you as a burden. So he did the best he could do. He ran away the first chance he got. That bastard not only broke my heart but also left with all my savings and stole my car for which I still have to pay installments because it's in my name. I thought I was broken after my accident but when he didn't come to see me I realized it hurt more than broken bones. I wish he had come to me and told me how he felt about my accident. I know doctors said my walking skills could hinder forever or the tremble in my hand could turn worse but I believed in myself. I knew I could make it but I guess he didn't believe in 'me' or in 'us' anymore. Six months later; "I am going to New York," I told my parents once I recovered from several physiotherapy sessions. A little tremor in my left hand was all left from my past. But I have come to terms with it. I know I can't give up just becau
Olivia’s Pov: I stepped out of the cab and curiously looked around at the bustling city streets. It was my first day in a new city and I couldn't help feeling both excited and nervous. I took a deep breath and looked up at the tall buildings that surrounded me, their glass facades reflecting the early morning light. I had always dreamed of living in a big city, and now that dream was finally coming true. I walked down the sidewalk, I could see people hurrying to work, coffee in one hand and briefcase in the other. I wondered what was going through their minds, are they happy? or are they still rushing towards their job because that's the best suitable thing to do? The sound of car horns and chatter filled the air, and I felt a sense of energy and excitement that I had never experienced before. I was wearing a knee-length black skirt with a white blouse tucked in, paired with simple black heels. My long brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and with minimal makeup. I dre
Oliva pov: I stood up and straightened my dress, felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and I couldn't help but wince in discomfort. The silence in the meeting room was deafening as everyone stared at me, waiting for my next move. I felt like I was under a microscope. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to hide the pain and sat down on the nearest seat as the meeting proceeded. I felt mortified and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. My first instinct was to run away and hide, but I couldn't. Despite the embarrassment and pain, I sat quietly and tried to understand the meeting. As the meeting progressed, I could see a man’s constant gaze on me, and my first thought was he was beautiful. I felt increasingly self-conscious and struggle to concentrate on the discussion. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone might be judging me, especially the brown-eyed man who is still looking at me. After the meeting ended, I took a moment to compose myself and gather my t
Olivia pov: I finally found a moment to sit down at my desk and relax for a while. The chair felt comfortable against my back as I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. I know I have to work on the file but for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and allowed myself to simply relax. before I start working again. I looked at my ankles to see if they are swelling because I wasn't in that much pain like I was before but thank God it was nothing, just a little discomfort. I picked up my phone to see if there were any messages from my family, there was one message from Mum asking if I settled and how was my first day going. Should I tell her how many times today I have thought about returning? Or should I tell her how I felt when I landed in New York because I think she might not be happy to hear that I felt relieved, felt like I could breathe again? I finally felt that running from my past was the best decision because I couldn't stay there anymore and relive every memory, every day of
Olivia pov I softly knocked at the door and went in. “Yes Sir, you called?” I politely asked. He looked at me as I entered his office. “Yes Miss Paul, I want you to go to the marketing team and get me an update on the marketing plan for the new book launch." He then resumed his harsh typing over the laptop. His expression was stern and unyielding. “Okay, sure!” I said. Turned on my heels to run out of the door as quickly as possible. His scowling face intimidates me. My heart starts racing, and my palms slick with sweat. “Miss Paul?” he called from behind as I was about to walk out of the door. I turned towards him and looked at him, he ran his left hand on his face. I could see the watch in his hand. “I believe you have something that you want to give me?” He asked with raised eyebrows looking directly with his stern eyes. I looked quizzically at him. He pointed his head at my hands and I immediately looked at them and saw the two files that I came with to give him. I sheepis
Lucas pov: Just a slight touch from her and I felt I was gone. How could I feel like this? I hid my expression and told her to go and sought the work. "I will be doing it after lunch." She shifted herself straight and I dismissed her without any other thought. She left the office. I watched her go. If it was in my reach I could have behaved normally as if nothing happened although technically it was nothing! It was just a normal touch of a hand which shouldn't mean anything. But I don't how it got that power to rattle everything inside me. I couldn't think straight for a moment. Never has a female species fascinated me before like Olivia Paul did. Since this morning she came bulldozing in and she has created havoc inside my calming world. But the worst part is I can't seem to complain about it. When she went to get the update from the marketing department I went through her file which I gave her to proofread. I couldn't help but feel amused with her choice of marker colors she u
COMPLETED my first week in this office without killing my boss. He left no turn in making it difficult for me. He tested me with several unsaid sets of rules which only he knows existed but I am still here so it means I passed. I have to say he's a good boss he always made sure to see if I had any issues though he was strict. I learned a lot from him. Today I arrived earlier as there was an important meeting. I did a victory dance in my head while congratulating myself for reaching before him but it was short-lived. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the sound his a shoe clicking on the floor. It was Logan Adams. Today he also came early. I quickly glanced at the clock on my wristwatch. It was 8:30 AM. He never arrived before 9:00 AM. Panic set in as I tried to press the lift button and leave before he arrived here to reach his office. The clicking of his shoes grew louder and closer until finally, he appeared near the lift and he pressed the lift button it instantly opened.
The room was cold and utterly silent, cloaked in a thick, endless darkness that seemed to swallow sound itself. A small boy sat on the hard floor, his back pressed against the unyielding door, fists clenched and eyes wide with fear. He had pounded on that door, over and over, until his small hands throbbed, his knuckles raw and bruised. Every desperate knock echoed back, empty and unanswered. And as his strength waned, so did the knocks — at first loud, desperate slams, but now, weak, faint taps, barely audible, as though he was fading along with the sound.He didn’t know how long he had been here. The hours twisted into each other, stretching endlessly until he lost any sense of time. His stomach growled, the ache growing sharper, more painful, each minute as he tried to swallow down the thirst that scraped his throat dry. But worse than hunger, worse than thirst, was the creeping dread that seeped into his bones, the feeling of being forgotten, abandoned, and left alone in the dark.
Why did I even bother going after her? Why did I think, for one second, that I could fix everything? That somehow seeing her, talking to her, would make everything alright. What a fool I was. I wanted so badly to believe in her, to believe that this love we had was something real, something worth fighting for.But now, all I see is the truth, plain and brutal. She was cheating on me with another man—Simon, of all people. And the worst part is, she didn’t even care. She didn’t care that she was tearing me apart, ripping out the very heart I had so stupidly placed in her hands. She looked at him, she let him touch her, and I was the one left there standing like an idiot, watching the whole thing play out. And then, when she saw me standing there, her eyes wide with shock, she didn’t even have the decency to chase after me. She didn’t call my name, didn’t explain, didn’t do anything that might show me I still mattered to her.No, she just stood there, frozen, as if my heartbreak meant n
I walked back to my apartment, each step weighed down by the heavy burden of everything that had happened today. My mind was a blur of thoughts, each one more painful than the last. Was this what it felt like to lose everything? I never imagined that falling in love with Lucas would happen so quickly, so intensely. These past three months had been like a beautiful whirlwind, filling my life with joy and hope I hadn’t felt in so long. But now, all of that felt like it was slipping through my fingers, and I couldn’t shake the fear that I might never get him back, that he might never forgive me.Even though Lucas had said those hurtful words to me, there was something in his eyes that made me pause. He seemed distant, almost lost, like he was trapped in his own thoughts, questioning his own words. I couldn’t help but think that maybe he was hiding something too, something he wasn’t ready to share. It gave me a sliver of hope, but also filled me with confusion. What if I wasn’t the only on
The bell rang, its sound piercing through the fog of my hangover. I knew in my heart who it was. Did I want to meet her? Certainly not. All I wanted was to run away and never see her face again. But my heart was beating too fast, a conflicting desire pulling me toward the door. I wanted to reach her, to take her in my arms, but I was too scared. What if she was here to throw it in my face, to mock me for being so foolish to fall in love with her? What if my mother was right all along, and I didn’t deserve love?The bell rang again, cutting through my thoughts. It was persistent, just like her. She was determined to see me and hadn't left yet. Was there hope for us? Could we save this relationship?With a sigh, I put on my slippers, my head pounding from the hangover. I placed a hand on my forehead, trying to steady myself. Each step toward the door felt like a march toward the inevitable. I wasn’t ready to forgive her, but I wasn’t ready to lose her either. The conflict tore at my hea
Life could have been anything but not a disaster like this one. It was too tough and, at the same time, bone-crushing. Looking at Blake gave me both anxiety and immense relief. I could see the anger in his eyes, reflecting the betrayal he felt on behalf of his brother. He knew. He knew about my betrayal to Lucas.My legs felt like they were made of lead. I wanted to reach out to him, to explain, but every step I tried to take felt like I was moving backward instead of forward. Blake took a determined step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. All I wanted was to turn and run as fast as I could, to escape this confrontation, but we both knew silently that I wouldn’t.Just like me, Blake needed answers. And I needed to know if Lucas was safe. My efforts felt futile, but I still wanted to stay—stay for Lucas, stay for our relationship, which we had built so beautifully in such a short time."Blake," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "What are you doing here?"Blake stepped closer,
The night was a blur of tears and regret. I sat on the edge of our bed, clutching my phone tightly, waiting for Lucas to call back. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the silence from his end was deafening. I had called him repeatedly, leaving voicemails, but he never picked up. The weight of my secrets and the fear of losing him pressed heavily on my chest."Please, Lucas, just pick up," I whispered, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks.But the phone remained silent, mocking my desperation. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I cried myself to sleep, curled up in a ball, feeling more alone than ever.Morning came too soon, and I jolted awake, a sense of dread settling over me. My first instinct was to reach for my phone, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Lucas had called. My heart raced as I saw the screen light up, but my hope was quickly dashed when I saw the name: Cara.Caroline was calling me. I wondered what she wanted at this time of the morning. Reluc
The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, creating a cocoon of anonymity that I desperately needed. I slumped onto a barstool, feeling the weight of my sorrow and confusion press heavily upon me. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a fitting backdrop for my current state of mind.I howled at the waiter, my voice rough and edged with desperation. "Keep serving me your strongest drink," I demanded, my words slurred with a mix of anger and sadness. The bartender nodded, not questioning my obvious distress, and poured me a glass of something amber and potent.I took a long, burning swig, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I wasn't sure if it was to my liking, but I didn't care. My taste was peculiar tonight, just like the tangled mess of emotions inside me. Olivia's deception gnawed at my mind like a relentless parasite. She had hidden something monumental from me, and now I couldn't fathom who she had been cheating with exactly. Was it t
I woke up to the sound of Olivia's phone ringing. She was already asleep beside me, her soft breathing filling the room with a sense of calm. As I reached over to silence the incessant ringing, I noticed the caller ID – an unfamiliar number.A jolt of curiosity surged through me as I hesitated, wondering who could be calling at this hour. Should I answer? Ignore it? I glanced at Olivia, her peaceful expression betraying no hint of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface of our relationship.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the answer button, my hand trembling slightly as I held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Is Olivia there?" a man's voice came through the line, unfamiliar and yet oddly familiar.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Uh, no, she's asleep. Can I take a message?" I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."This is Simon, her fiancé. Could you please let her know I called?" he said, his
Lucas pov:I enjoy our daily routine now. We work in the office in the morning, and in the evening, we either go to her place or mine for dinner and maybe watch a movie. After meeting Olivia, my life took an unexpected turn, one filled with laughter, love, and a newfound sense of purpose. She waltzed into my world like a breath of fresh air, bringing with her a warmth and light that I didn't know I was missing. With her by my side, every day feels like an adventure, and every moment brims with possibility. Olivia has a way of effortlessly melting away the barriers I've spent years building, replacing them with a sense of vulnerability and connection that I never knew I craved. Each morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, I found myself eagerly anticipating the day ahead. Stepping into the bustling office, I was greeted by the familiar reassuring presence of Olivia by my side. Together, we navigated through meetings, deadlines, and endless meetings. Olivia's unwavering support an