MasukIsabella The day of the funeral doesn’t feel real.Everything about it is too composed, too carefully arranged—like grief has been dressed up in elegance just to make it more acceptable for the public eye.The churchl feels heavier the moment we fully step inside, the quiet no longer just silence—but expectation. Conversations soften as people recognize Gabriel, and almost instantly, attention shifts toward us. I feel it in the subtle glances, the way people straighten, the way space seems to open without anyone asking.Gabriel’s hand finds mine, firm and grounding, and I let him hold it.“Stay with me,” he murmurs under his breath, not looking at me, his gaze fixed ahead.“I’m right here,” I answer softly, giving his hand a small squeeze.We barely make it a few steps further when the first group approaches. A middle-aged man in a dark suit nods respectfully, his tone low and formal as he offers, “Mr. Thorne, my condolences. Your mother was an exceptional woman.”Gabriel inclines hi
Isabella The grave is quiet, the air thick with stillness and something almost sacred. I hang back a few steps, letting him take the space he needs. Gabriel kneels slowly, hands brushing the small headstone as if his touch alone could bridge years of absence.“I… I’m sorry,” he begins, his voice trembling in a way that shatters the usual control he carries. “I should have been here. I should have held you. I should have protected you from everything.” His fingers curl against the stone, knuckles tight, and I feel a pang in my chest, watching him confront a grief so raw it makes the world shrink around him.He pauses, swallowing hard, voice breaking. “I know I can’t fix what I didn’t do. I can’t change the fact that you were taken from us. That I wasn’t here when you needed me the most.” His eyes glisten, fixed on the marker as if he’s trying to memorize every detail, every memory he never got to make.“I—” he exhales shakily, “I hope you can forgive me for not being enough. For all t
Isabella The drive back to the wake feels heavier than before, the silence stretching between us like something fragile that could break at any second. I sit beside him, fingers laced tightly together, my thoughts running in circles until they start to feel too loud to keep inside.Gabriel eventually breaks it, his voice low as he keeps his eyes on the road, asking, “Are you okay?” and even without looking at me fully, there’s already concern in the way he says it.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, shaking my head slightly as I stare down at my hands. “No,” I admit quietly, my voice betraying more than I want it to. “I’m not okay, Gabriel… I’m worried.”He doesn’t interrupt.So I keep going.“What if he actually does it?” I continue, my fingers tightening against each other. “What if Lucas takes everything from you like he said?” My voice starts to waver despite trying to keep it steady, my thoughts slipping faster now. “What if this is because of me? What if I just
Isabella There’s a brief, almost imperceptible pause that ripples through the entire space. Even the workers who had been pretending not to watch can’t help but look now.Lucas freezes.Emily stiffens.And for a second—even I don’t move.Gabriel’s grip on Lucas’s wrist is firm, unyielding, his jaw tight as he slowly lowers their hands—but not without making it clear that he’s the one in control of that movement. His presence alone is enough to change the atmosphere completely.He doesn’t look at anyone else first.His eyes go straight to Lucas.Sharp.Burning.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he says, his voice low—but there’s nothing calm about it. The anger sits just beneath the surface, controlled but barely.Lucas pulls his hand back, his expression hardening, though there’s a flicker of surprise he can’t fully hide. “You’re overreacting,” he replies, straightening his sleeve like nothing just happened.Gabriel lets out a humorless breath, shaking his head slightly as
Isabella The site feels different the moment I step in.Familiar—but not the same.Maybe it’s because I’ve been away for days. Or maybe it’s because everything outside of this place has already shifted, and now I’m carrying that with me.The noise of construction fills the air—machinery humming, workers moving around with purpose, voices calling out instructions. It’s grounding in a way. Structured. Predictable.Unlike everything else.Elias spots me first.He’s already in discussion with a few engineers when his gaze lifts, and the moment he sees me, he nods once, dismissing them briefly before walking over. There’s a hint of relief in his expression, though he masks it quickly with his usual composure.“Back to work already,” he says, a subtle glance running over me like he’s assessing more than just my presence.“I said I would be,” I reply, adjusting the files in my hand as I stop in front of him.He studies me for a second longer, then exhales faintly. “You look like you didn’t
Isabella Morning comes too soon.Or maybe—it never really came at all.Because it still feels like the night hasn’t ended.The wake is quieter at this hour, wrapped in that strange stillness between exhaustion and routine. The soft hum of air-conditioning fills the halls, dim lights casting a muted glow over everything—the polished floors, the white flowers, the quiet corners where people had been grieving just hours ago.Somewhere in one of the private rooms—he’s asleep.I pause by the doorway for a second before stepping in, careful not to make any noise. Gabriel is lying on the bed, still dressed, one arm resting over his forehead like sleep had taken him without warning.He looks… tired.More than I’ve ever seen him.Not just physically.It’s in the way his features are softer now, unguarded. No control, no restraint—just someone who finally gave in to exhaustion after holding too much in for too long.My chest tightens.I walk closer, slower this time, stopping just beside him
Isabella The door closed behind me with a muted click.I didn’t rush down the hallway. I didn’t look back. Whatever remained in that room—memories, ghosts, unfinished apologies—belonged to him now. I had already carried them long enough.The late afternoon air outside felt cooler against my skin a
Isabella The car moved quietly through the city streets. Elias drove with his usual calm precision, the hum of the engine beneath us almost meditative. I didn’t speak at first, staring out the tinted window at the familiar skyline, the city that had once felt like home—and now only felt like anoth
Isabella The seconds stretched.Too long.Lucas swallowed hard, clearing his throat as though forcing himself back into control could erase the tension that had just exploded across the room. Emily, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to storm across the table and shove her grievances at me,
GabrielI stayed in the lobby longer than I should have. She was gone, walking away with that impervious composure, heels clicking against the marble like a metronome I couldn’t match. Every step she took was a statement I wasn’t sure how to respond to. Calm. Controlled. Untouchable.I wanted to ca







