MasukThe 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
Anne could still feel the kiss on her lips by the time she reached the hostel hallway.The sensation lingered in a way that irritated her because it kept replaying without permission. The warmth of Derek’s hand against her waist, the calm confidence in the way he had leaned toward her, the softness that somehow existed beneath all his teasing.It had not been a bad kiss… That was the problem.If it had been awkward or disappointing, she could have dismissed it immediately and moved on without thinking twice. Instead, she had spent the entire walk down the hallway replaying it against her will.The hallway was unusually quiet when she reached her room.Anne pushed the door open slowly before stepping inside, her room was empty, Jasmine’s bed was untouched, her blanket still messy from earlier that morning.Anne exhaled quietly in relief.At least she wouldn’t have to explain the oversized male clothes immediately.She dropped her bag on the bed and stared at the room for a second longe
ANNELISE POV“That's for me to decide, you do not know Annelise enough to pass that judgement.” Cassius snapped and Vespera’s gaze rose like she was perplexed by his defensive statement. I adjusted on the couch as my gaze swerved between them, the silence so solid that a knife could cut through it.
ANNELISE POVIt was finally weekend and a rainy one. The distant laughter I heard woke me up, my head fuzzy and my eyes still heavy from sleeping. My eyes turned to the wall clock as I hissed at the time, it was 11am, rain makes me tired and sleepy.I pulled the duvet to cover my body as I shut my
ANNELISE POVGo kart race, carousel, bowling… I was on a high, I had forgotten whatever worries were on my mind, I felt an adrenaline attack that I didn’t know I needed. I had lost track of time and I decided not to care, this was my first time being out in the city withou
The drive to school was quiet as expected, but this time, Annelise was appreciative. She had her art history book on her lap but was too distracted by her thoughts to open it. She watched the city pass in a soft blur until she got to school.Annelise had about five minutes left to get to







