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Liam leaned down, nodding as Noah spoke to him animatedly. Emily stood on the other side of Noah, gently ruffling his hair with a soft smile—as if she had always been there. As if… I had never existed.The pain came like a wave, crashing from a direction I didn’t expect. I knew I was the one who left. I knew I was the one who chose silence. But seeing them like that, as though I had never been a part of their lives at all, made it hard to breathe.I had to leave. Right now.I was just about to stand when the sound of small footsteps approached from the side.“Sienna?”I turned in panic. Liliana stood there, eyebrows raised. “Why are you hiding like that? Are you trying to run away from me?”I motioned frantically with my finger to hush her. “Sshh… please, Liliana. Don’t be loud.”She frowned. “Why? What’s going on?—”“Let’s go. Now,” I whispered urgently, grabbing my bag. “Please, Liliana. Now.”Liliana looked confused, but befor
Sienna's POV I took a deep breath, trying to soothe the sudden surge in my heart. The handles of the shopping bags made me feel like I was holding my hands. The sight of small faces rushed past me, and I kept my attention on the first-grade classroom door. They were all waiting for me.And then I saw him.Noah emerged with his small Avengers backpack, his hair a little frizzy, and his cheeks flushed from all the play. His gaze widened to his right and left, but I caught my attention.Holding out his small hand, he exclaimed "Mommy!" I was beaming with joy. All the tiredness of the day ceased at that moment. As I came towards him, I crouched down and gave a tight hug. Despite the warmth of his small body, the scent of soap and child's sweat permeated my nose.His eyes were bright as he smiled at him, saying "Mommy came!" “Of course, sweetheart. Mommy, I thought you were gone," I said softly, stroking his hair.With laughter, he said, "I thought may
Sienna's POV I left the supermarket with two shopping bags and admired the evening sky, which was muted golden orange in color. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was almost three o'clock. Then it hit me. Noah.He started attending the new school today.Liam was supposed to pick him up, but the urge to put his face first made it difficult for him. I glanced at the shoulder of the road, then raised my hand to signal a taxi that was approaching.The taxi sped through rows of shops and then traveled slowly through the city park. I crouched against the seat, observing the world outside the window. My heart sped away, an odd amalgamation of excitement and enthusiasm. My thoughts have shifted towards small moments that brought back my sense of vitality, rather than dwelling on work or the past. Taking my son home, writing and cooking.The ride was about twenty minutes long. The taxi rolled beneath the trees that lined the sidewalk in cool afternoon weather. The w
Sienna's POV The realization of how beautiful things can be seemed effortless to me.Suddenly the shopping cart beside me suddenly twitched and brushed my foot."Sorry, I'm sorry," exclaimed a girl.With a smile on my face, I declared, "That's fine." A small boy beside her seemed to be pushing the cart with a nervous demeanor.I caught sight of the boy with curious eyes, and he proceeded to hide behind his mother's back.I laughed softly and crouched down a bit.“You're doing a good job helping your mom, that's all right." She chuckled with relief and thanked her, then left. While gazing at the petite face of a little boy, Then sighed quietly.I briefly laid eyes on Noah before he disappeared.Running across the living room, Alternatively, while moaning behind the curtains. Thinking I couldn't see him.I proceeded slowly through the aisles. I gaze at the shelves, perched on top of colorful patterns.There was an ease in this un
Sienna's POV I experienced a gentle stroll that afternoon. The sun had begun to move towards the west, and its golden rays were spreading across the pavement. As the breeze gently blew into my hair, I could smell coffee and toast from the rows of cafés in this street. Walking slowly, I embraced my small bag and let the thought slip away in an unfocused manner. I couldn't shake off the words from Livia:Your words suggest that you have found peace with yourself.Maybe she was right, I thought. At one point, my movements were so rapid, I felt like I was walking in an endless loop.It's possible that it was my initial encounter with someone I had not seen in a long time.The colors of the sky were softly changing, the shadows of trees gliding across the pavement, and strangers' laughter provided comfort. It was not just a matter of observation.A small bookstore situated at the corner of the street was where I stood. Several new novels were showcased in the win
Sienna's POV My lips softened as I giggled. "I might take a break." My work desk at home has remained untidened as of now.She playfully told her that they should all be quiet, but her tone was clear. “You merit it." We both smiled. We maintained a comfortable silence as we didn't need to end the conversation, but because we both knew it was not time for grand conclusions. At times, it's just a relief that we've made it to this point.Closing my eyes for a second, I thought about what the cafe was doing and its. My first experience wasn't involving any evidence. I just wanted to enjoy this small talk, a cup of coffee, a friendly chat and the peace I’d not felt for months.With a soft voice, Livia glanced at me once more. "You're doing great, Sienna," she said softly. “You not only found yourself through that story but also your work as well." Despite the sudden surge of emotions, I swallowed deeply to keep my composure. "I'm proud of where I came from
Sienna's POV The room became quieter when I glanced at her. The outside noise echoed with only the faint sound of traffic, while inside they were simply talking to two friends who had been through a lot.It dawned on me that Livia was more than just an editor or a writer.She witnessed all aspects of my life, from the time I wrote out of frustration to the moment I dared to write truthfully.After hearing her words, I retreated to my chair. My writing always made me cry, not because of sadness but because I felt someone understood my words. The pain, loss, and hope that I had concealed between the lines had somehow reached out to another person. How fortunate! It was magical.I breathed deeply, examining my fingers as they stretched. Memories of prolonged writing nights, such as dim desk lighting, typing in silence, and iced coffee always seem to fade away before I could finish. It was as though each moment had been part of a long journey and now it feels all t








