All Chapters of Between two worlds : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I had always believed that one day, I’d find the perfect place to settle, a place where I could nurture my dreams and heal my heart. Moving to the nearby town wasn’t just a change of scenery—it was a step toward my future, one I could shape on my terms. The decision had been difficult at first. It wasn’t just the change of environment that weighed on me, but the emotional baggage of the past. The small town I had called home for so long had been a place of both memories and pain—where relationships, both new and old, had been tested, and where I had been forced to confront parts of myself I had tried to avoid. But I had outgrown it, or at least, I felt I had. My career in content creation had skyrocketed, and I needed space to focus, to grow, and to explore new opportunities. The new town I had chosen wasn’t too far from my old one. It was the perfect distance—close enough to maintain ties to the familiar, but far enough that I could breathe without feeling stifled by my past. The s

Days after leaving Lila, Ethan found himself standing in front of Leo’s door, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t planned what he was going to say—he doubted he could ever fully prepare for this conversation—but he knew he couldn’t avoid it any longer. The weight of the truth, the years of silence and resentment, had become unbearable. Taking a shaky breath, he raised his hand and knocked. A part of him hoped Leo wouldn’t be home, but before he could turn and leave, the door swung open. Leo stood there, his sharp features unreadable as he took in the sight of Ethan. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension crackling in the air like an unspoken challenge. “Ethan,” Leo said finally, his voice clipped. “What are you doing here?” Ethan swallowed hard. “We need to talk.” Leo hesitated, then stepped aside. “Come in.” The inside of Leo’s apartment was clean and organized, much like the man himself. Ethan felt out of place immediately, his nerves only intensifying as he s

--- The journey back to my new apartment in the next town felt surreal. It wasn’t the same as leaving everything behind and heading to my hometown—it felt like a middle ground. A place to start over, but this time on my terms. The town was small but vibrant, nestled between rolling hills and alive with the kind of charm that made it feel like home before you even unpacked your bags. As I stepped into the modest apartment I’d rented, I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I spent the first evening settling in, hanging up a few framed photographs of my café days, reminders of a past I cherished but was ready to move beyond. My equipment for content creation arrived shortly after, and I carefully unpacked the cameras, ring lights, and backdrops. This was my new beginning, one that wasn’t tied to anyone else. --- The next morning, I sat by the window, watching the sunlight stream in. It felt peaceful, but a part of me couldn’t shake the thoughts of Leo. Would he

The months that had passed since Leo and I ended things felt like a lifetime, filled with moments of growth, regret, and realizations. I had moved forward, embraced a new version of myself, and built something that was uniquely mine. But no matter how much time passed, a part of me still held onto the memories of what we once had. I hadn’t expected that part of me to resurface, but life had a way of throwing curveballs, and this time, it came in the form of a family event—a gathering that, unbeknownst to me, would change everything. --- It was a Sunday afternoon when I received the invitation from Ethan. He had reached out to me, asking if I’d like to join a family dinner. At first, I hesitated. The idea of being around Leo, especially after everything that had happened, filled me with a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. But Ethan insisted, telling me it would be an important moment for healing. He assured me that he had worked on his relationship with Leo, and he thought it was tim

Reaching one million followers felt surreal. I’d started content creation as an outlet—a small corner of the internet where I could share my thoughts, my passions, and my journey. I never imagined it would grow into something this big, something that felt so much like me. The day the notification popped up on my phone, I froze. A tiny banner on my screen read: Congratulations! You’ve hit 1 million followers! I stared at the number, letting it sink in. One million. A million people had chosen to follow my work, to watch my videos, to read my words. It wasn’t just a number—it was a culmination of every sleepless night, every moment of self-doubt, every leap of faith I’d taken. And I had done it. Me. It called for a celebration—something special, something just for me. --- The next morning, I stood in front of the car dealership, staring at the sleek, black sedan parked under a bright red bow. I ran my hand over the hood, my heart pounding in excitement. “This is mine?” I