LilyAs the evening settled in, I found myself called up to Mrs. Donovan's room. The soft glow of the lambs cast a warm ambiance as I entered, greeted by the inviting scent of her favorite vanilla candles. Mrs. Donovan was seated on her plush armchair, surrounded by swatches of fabric spread out on the coffee table."Lily, dear, thank you for joining me.” She said with a gentle smile, gesturing for me to take a seat opposite her."Of course, Mrs. Donovan. How can I assist you this evening?" I inquired, settling into the chair across from her.She picked up a few samples, each one more exquisite than the last, and began explaining her vision for a new set of curtains for the drawing-room. As she deliberated between the options, she glanced up at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Which one do you think would suit the room best, dear Lily?"I carefully examined the fabrics, considering their textures and colors before pointing to one that I believed would complement the decor perfectly. "
Lily“....So you actually think that Noah is having some problems with his supposed girlfriend which is why they haven’t arrived all these days?” Monica said.I walked in on her and Chris having this conversation and immediately, my mind went to Noah. I wanted to hear more about it and from the look on Chris' face, I had a feeling that something wasn’t quite right.“Oh there she is, good thing you are here,” Monica said.“What’s going on?” I asked, placing the empty plate of fruit Mrs Donovan had just eaten in the sink.“Chris here is of the opinion that there is nothing wrong with Noah and his girlfriend but I am against that because I have a feeling that something is going on and Mrs. Donovan, if you have noticed, isn't happy about it.” “But what exactly could be going wrong?” I asked.I sat there, perched on the edge of my seat, my attention fixed on Chris as he delved into the details of his conversation with Monica. His words floated in the air, each syllable carrying weight, as
Lily.As I walked away from Noah, his words echoing in my mind, I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. How could he snap at me like that? After everything we've been through together, all the laughter, the shared secrets, the late-night conversations, we managed to sneak in... It felt like a punch to the gut. I thought I knew him, trusted him, but now it seemed like I didn't know him at all."I can't believe he said that," I muttered to myself, kicking a pebble along the sidewalk. "He never even bothered to tell me about his girlfriend. How long has he been hiding her from me?"The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Noah was supposed to be my best friend, the one person I could always rely on, the one person who had taken an interest in me asides his mother. But now, it felt like he had been keeping secrets from me all along and to top it off, he had the nerve to lash out at me when I simply asked him about it.As I reached the hallway, I found a bench and sank down
LilyAs I was setting the dinner table later that night, arranging the silverware with a deliberate precision, the quiet hum of the evening was suddenly interrupted by the soft creak of the door. Mrs. Donovan entered the room with a warm smile gracing her features, her presence instantly filling the space with a sense of comfort. As her eyes met mine, she moved closer, enveloping me in a brief but heartfelt hug."Lily, dear," she said softly, her voice carrying a gentle warmth, "would you mind going upstairs and calling Noah down for dinner? It's almost ready, and I'm sure he's buried in his books again."Nodding in response, I couldn't help but feel a subtle tension prickling at the edges of my consciousness. Noah and I had a complicated history, one that left me constantly on edge whenever we were in close distance. I knew I couldn't fail her since Mrs. Donovan trusted me to fetch her son, unaware of the uneasy tension that simmered beneath the surface.Reluctantly tearing myself aw
LilyAs I stirred from sleep the following day, a heavy weight seemed to press down upon my chest, exacerbating the persistent ache in my heart. I tried to shake off the gloom that clung to me like a stubborn dog, attempting to coax a semblance of cheer into my morning routine. Yet, no matter how brightly the sun streamed through my window or how sweetly the birds chirped their melodies, the shadows within me refused to dissipate.With a resigned sigh, I sat up in bed, running a hand through my tousled hair as I stared blankly at the wall before me. It was another day, but it felt no different from the one before it, or the one before that. Each morning seemed to blend into the next in an endless cycle of monotony and melancholy."I need to snap out of this," I muttered to myself, though the words felt hollow and devoid of conviction.But deep down, I knew the truth. No amount of forced positivity could fill the void that Noah's absence had left in my life. I longed for his presence,
LilyAs I stood in the kitchen, my hands busying themselves with washing the dishes but my mind elsewhere, I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Instinctively, I glanced out of the window, and there it was, Noah's car. My heartbeat quickened, a mix of anticipation and frustration washing over me. I knew that soon, he would come looking for me, wanting to talk, to sort things out but I wasn't ready. Not yet. Not after what had happened.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The argument we had earlier still lingered in my mind, the harsh words exchanged, the raw emotions laid bare. I was still mad at him, angry at how things had escalated. But beneath that anger, there was hurt, disappointment, and a hint of longing for things to be right again.I heard the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. I tensed, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation. Noah appeared in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and appre
LilyThe next couple of days went by in a blur. I felt like I was moving through molasses, everything sluggish and heavy. Chris and Monica were doing their best to pull me out of this depressive fog that had settled over me like a suffocating blanket. They'd invite me out for coffee, suggest we go for walks in the park, or just sit with me in silence, hoping their mere presence would bring some solace to my aching heart but despite their efforts, I remained lost in my own thoughts, unable to shake off the feeling of emptiness that consumed me from within."I know it's hard, Lily," Chris would say, his voice filled with genuine concern. "But you can't keep dwelling on what could have been. You have to focus on the present and the future.""I'm trying," I would murmur in response, but it felt like an empty promise even to myself. How could I move on when every moment felt like a reminder of the love I had lost?Monica would chime in, her eyes soft with sympathy. "You're allowed to be sa
LilyThe morning sunlight streamed through the frosted window, casting a warm glow across the tiled floor of the bathroom. I sank into the bathtub, letting the soothing warmth envelop me, easing the tension in my muscles. As I closed my eyes and leaned back, a gentle fluttering sensation stirred in my stomach, like tiny butterflies dancing within me. My hand instinctively went to rest on the curve of my belly, feeling the life growing inside me."Oh, there you are, little one," I whispered, a tender smile playing on my lips. "Are you saying good morning to mommy?"The sensation grew stronger, tiny kicks and nudges against my palm, as if in response to my words. I chuckled softly, feeling a wave of love and wonder wash over me. Each movement was a precious reminder of the life blooming within me, a bond that transcended words.But amidst the joy, a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. I traced the outline of my belly, my mind drifting to thoughts of the father of my child. The man whose