LOGINCASSIUS VALE POV
Anne winced at the feel of my palm on her wrist, I wanted to shoot myself in the skull, I overreacted, I was harsh on her, I was mad and lost control of myself, my rough grip caused this bruise on her wrist, it looked so pink I could even feel the pain.
“I’m sorry, I will make up for hurting you however you wish. This would never happen again…” I assured, my eyes fixed on her wrist as I applied the ointment, I could feel her eyes on me but I ref
“Anne?” Jasmine’s fingers paused over her phone screen.At first she thought the sound came from outside the room. A weak murmur, barely audible beneath the hum of the ceiling fan and distant chatter from the hostel hallway. But then she heard it again, shaky and strained.“Anne?” Jasmine immediately sat upright on her bed.The room was dark except for the pale light from her phone illuminating half her face. Anne lay tangled beneath her blanket, her breathing uneven, her body shifting restlessly against the mattress.Jasmine frowned and climbed down quickly. “Anne, wake up.”The second her hand touched Anne’s forehead, panic exploded inside her chest.“Jesus Christ.”Anne’s skin burned beneath her palm, scorching.Jasmine dropped her phone onto the bed and switched on the lamp beside Anne immediately. The sudden light revealed Anne’s face flushed deeply red, strands of damp hair sticking against her skin while faint tremors ran through her body.“Anne,” Jasmine called again, louder t
The cheque remained untouched for days. It stayed on Anne’s bedside table beneath the folded letter, both of them resting there like a quiet disturbance no one in the room wanted to acknowledge too loudly. Jasmine had dusted around it twice already without moving it an inch. Even she seemed to understand that touching those papers felt too personal, too invasive, as though shifting them carelessly might send Anne into another spiral.Anne had refused to cash it immediately.“No amount of money changes what he did,” she had said the first night after receiving it, her voice dry from crying. “If he wanted to be my father, he should have been one twenty years ago.”No one argued with her.Teri had returned to the gallery two days later and one look at Anne’s face had been enough to make him stop asking questions. She had requested a leave with calm politeness, and he approved it without hesitation, even insisting she take more time if needed.Now her days blurred together inside the host
Anne’s fingers trembled around the envelope as Kelsey and Jasmine guided her toward the chair behind the front desk of the gallery. The room suddenly felt too stuffy, the air too heavy for her lungs. Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs so violently she could hear it in her ears.John Moore…The name would not stop echoing in her head.She stared at the cream colored envelope in her hand like it carried poison.The girls remained quiet around her, watching carefully without forcing questions out of her. Even Kelsey, who usually spoke before thinking, stayed still for once in her life.Yvette quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge beside the counter and crouched in front of Anne.“Drink some water first,” Yvette said softly.Anne blinked at her before taking the bottle with shaky hands. Her throat burned painfully after crying, but even swallowing felt difficult.“He remembered me,” Anne whispered after a long silence.Her voice sounded hollow even to herself. “He act
Saturday arrived wrapped in cool wind and pale sunlight pouring through the large glass windows of the art gallery. Outside, the streets buzzed lazily with weekend movement, but inside the gallery everything felt calmer, quieter, softened by instrumental music drifting from hidden speakers and the faint scent of varnish and fresh flowers.Anne stood behind the front desk flipping through inventory records while Teri adjusted the collar of his coat near the entrance.“You sure you’ll manage two days without me?” he asked dramatically.Anne looked up with amusement. “I already do most of the work.”Teri pointed at her immediately. “That attitude is exactly why I trust you.”She laughed softly.“I’ll answer calls if anything comes up,” he continued, grabbing his car keys. “And don’t let anybody bully you on pricing. Last week some woman almost convinced you a Monet replica should cost forty dollars.”“She was persuasive.” Anne defended with a fake sad pout.“She was cheap.” Teri argued b
The hallway outside the department office buzzed with voices, footsteps, and the sound of students arguing over grades they clearly believed they deserved better on. Anne pushed through the glass doors clutching her phone tightly in her hand, the sunlight hitting her face immediately, but nothing compared to the grin she was trying and failing to contain.Kelsey noticed first. “Oh, she passed!” she announced dramatically from where she leaned against the railing.Yvette looked up from the iced coffee in her hand. “Not just passed. That is the smile of somebody who’s about to become academically insufferable.”Anne laughed as she walked toward them. “I got an A.”Kelsey grabbed both her shoulders at once. “I knew it. I literally knew it.”“I’m serious, Anne,” Yvette said. “If you start acting intellectually superior now, I will humble you publicly.”Anne rolled her eyes through her laughter. “You people are exhausting.”“No,” Kelsey corrected, running a hand through her hair. “You’re w
The soft scrape of brushes against canvas mixed with low music and clinking glasses filled the studio, yet the table Anne and Derek sat at seemed trapped inside its own strange silence.Warm amber lights glowed above them, casting gold over the unfinished paintings arranged across the room. Couples laughed quietly at nearby tables, some painting each other badly on purpose and laughing harder afterward. The scent of acrylic paint, wine, and vanilla candles hung heavily in the air.Anne stared at her canvas with narrowed concentration, dragging her brush through pale blue paint even though she had already used too much of it. The small lake she had attempted to paint now looked more like spilled ink spreading through paper.“You’re murdering that water,” Derek uttered.Anne looked up immediately. “It’s abstract.”“It’s a crime scene.”She almost smiled.Derek noticed the hesitation in her smile. He leaned back in his chair, watching her closely over the rim of his wine glass. He had be
ANNELISE POVI stood still in the middle of the art room, my fingers still resting on the edge of the easel as I stared at everything around me. The room was too intentional, too thoughtful, too me. The soft cream walls, the natural light pouring in from the tall windows, the organized shelves wait
The way he had heard her sob in his car and didn’t make a move to console her, the way he had zoomed off after she left the car and not ran after her, knelt on the floor begging. Annelise was hurt, but mostly perplexed by his actions.This wasn’t the meet cute she had imagined in-between her rage t
Annelise had heard a single knock on her door, she lay still, too lazy to get up, hoping that she wouldn't get another knock.She was curled up like an embryo on her bed in her new escape room in Isolde’s home, this had been her daily routine for the past three weeks, barely having her bath, barely
CASSIUS VALE POVI had never felt this way before. So attached to a person that I feel lost, miserable without them. That’s the downside of falling in love.Annelise had left me all alone in our home since she learnt about my past with Vespera, it’s been two weeks, I hadn’t set my eyes on her or he







