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Friday arrived with a quiet stillness that seemed almost foreign after the emotional chaos of the past week. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the Carter house, painting warm streaks across Austin's bedroom floor. His basketball jersey hung neatly on the back of his chair, and his engineering textbooks lay open across his desk, though he hadn't read a single page. His afternoon lectures wouldn't begin for another few hours, followed by basketball practice later in the evening. For once… The house was peaceful. A knock sounded downstairs. "Coming!" Bridget called from the kitchen. Austin frowned and pulled himself off the bed. Curiosity got the better of him. As he reached the staircase, he heard a familiar voice. "Good morning, Mrs. Carter." Emilia. A smile tugged faintly at the corner of his mouth despite himself. --- Emilia Harper stepped inside, carrying a small paper bag. Her straight ombré hair rested neatly over her shoulders, and her green eyes lit up the mom
Brian’s truck screeched into the hospital parking lot, tires kicking up gravel. He didn’t remember the drive — only the blur of streetlights and the sick knot twisting tighter in his gut with every red light he ignored. He burst through the emergency doors, chest heaving. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit him like a slap. “Lyra Callahan,” he rasped at the nurse behind the desk. “She was brought in earlier. I’m her brother.” The nurse checked her screen. “She’s stable. Room 214. Second floor.” Brian took the stairs two at a time. When he entered the room, the sight hit him hard. His sister looked frail, and the hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and cold air conditioning. Brian sat beside the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight enough to hurt. His eyes hadn’t left Lyra since the doctor walked out. She looked small lying there, an IV taped to her hand, her face pale but no longer as frightening as when he first arrived. A woman dressed in a gold satin long gow
It was Thursday afternoon. Brian didn’t have classes Brian sat on his bed. He replayed the conversation he had with James. “You still hung up on him?” “Now you decide to focus on me.” “Oh come on, I have been preoccupied with my project which by the way you are done with.” “Well why do I feel like there is more?” “James” “Brian we have been best friends forever. Do you think I won't know when you are hiding something from me?” “You are the one dodging the question” Brian raised an eye brow. James scoffed “Yes I am hung up on him I mean moving on isn't easy you know” “I know.” His expression turned sour “Yes and I won't go after him. You already know how badly he hurt me.” “What if you misunderstood him?” Brian asked “Who misunderstood you Brian” James replied with scrutiny Brian turned his gaze away facing anywhere but Jame's face “Or are you hung up on someone?” “Maybe? And I want to move on but I feel like I am giving up to quickly” “You wann
The bell had rung fifteen minutes ago, but the school compound was still buzzing in that chaotic after-school way, children dragging oversized backpacks, teachers calling out instructions, parents honking from the gate. The late afternoon sun cast a golden haze over everything, making the dust hanging in the air look almost soft. Brian walked through the school yard with automatic strides, keys in hand. He spotted Ruth near the mango tree where they normally met her tiny frame bouncing as she talked animatedly. But she wasn’t alone. Lydia stood beside her. And Lydia wasn’t smiling. Brian slowed. Her shoulders were tight, her grip on her books stiff and defensive. Her braids fell forward a little as she leaned closer to Ruth, whispering voice small, shaky, but carrying in the still air. “I am so tired, She keeps hiding my books and calling me names.” Ruth’s little face scrunched in outrage. “She still bullies you?” “Shhh,” Lydia gasped, panic flickering in her eyes. “Don’t be l
Brian slid into his seat in the joint engineering lecture hall, the hum of chatter filling the room. Students typed, joked, scribbled in notebooks… normal, chaotic energy.But something was off.Austin wasn’t in his usual seat.He always sat two rows ahead. Same spot. Always.Brian scanned the room, pretending to arrange his books, until…There.Austin sat all the way by the window, hoodie up, face half-hidden behind his notebook. He didn’t look back. Not even once. Benjamin sat beside him quietly, head down on his locker.Brian frowned.Did something happen? Did Angela come back? Did he… break down again?He opened his laptop and pretended to focus, but his eyes kept drifting toward Austin.Each time Austin sensed Brian’s gaze, he shifted farther away turning his body slightly toward the window, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. As if Brian was the last person he wanted to deal with.Even during partner instructions, Austin didn’t look up.“Pairs, please revise your project data. Three
Brian sat hunched over the lab table, fingers tapping against the keys of his laptop. The lab was quiet, save for the faint hum of the overhead lights and the occasional shuffle of papers from students working in the other corner.The slides glowed back at himhalf-filled graphs, incomplete calculations, bullet points waiting for proper explanations. He exhaled sharply through his nose, dragging a hand over his face. “If Austin had just stayed. If he had just stopped running whenever things got tough.”He thought back to the club night, he remembered the sway of Austin’s hips and their conversation. His jaw tightened. He typed anyway, forcing the work forward on his own. He refused to let the project fail even if it meant carrying all the weight alone. Three weeks wasn't a long time. Austin couldn’t fail. He typed faster.“Damn, you look like you’re planning a takeover.”Brian glanced up. James leaned against the lab doorframe, grinning, arms crossed over his chest.“Working,” Brian mu







